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SABBATH 


IYMN  AND  TUNE  BOOK, 


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THE    SERVICE    OF    SONG    IN    THE 
HOUSE    OF    THE    LORD. 


PUBLISHED    BY 

HAMERSLEY    &    CO., 

PUBLISHERS,  BOOKSELLERS,  IMPORTERS,  STATIONERS, 

HERTFORD: 

1870. 


PREFACE  TO  THE  NEW  SABBATH  HYMN  AND  TUNE  BOOK. 


The  New  Sabbath  Hymn  and  Tune  Book  differs  from  the  earlier  edition 
only  in  its  tunes.  In  these,  changes  have  been  made  in  two  respects — altera- 
tions of  tunes  have  in  several  cases  been  discarded  and  the  more  familiar  forms 
restored ;  and  many  tunes  which  the  present  state  of  the  popular  taste  demands 
have  been  substituted  for  such  as  are  contained  in  the  original  edition.  Both 
editions  will  henceforth  be  published.  Those  who  desire  the  edition  containing 
the  above  changes  should  be  careful  to  order  "  The  New  Sabbath  Hymn  and 
Tune  Book  ;  those  who  wish  for  the  earlier  edition  should  order  "  The*  Sabbath 
Hymn  and  Tune  Book." 

Attention  is  asked  to  the  Preface  of  the  first  edition. 

Experience  and  observation  have  confirmed  the  confidence  of  the  musical 
editor  in  the  principles  there  set  forth,  and  followed  in  the  selections  of  that 
edition,  respecting  the  true  theory  of  congregational  singing,  and  the  character 
of  the  tunes  best  adapted  to  its  culture.  He  still  confidently  believes  that  the 
best  results  can  be  attained  only  where  a  congregation  are  willing  to  confine 
themselves  to  very  simple  forms  of  rhythm  and  melody. 

That  the  Christian  public,  to  a  considerable  extent,  approve  a  book  con- 
structed on  those  principles,  is  sufficiently  indicated  by  a  sale  of  the  Sabbath 
Hymn  and  Tune  Book  much  larger  than  that  of  any  other  book  of  the  kind. 

Yet  there  are  many  who  do  not  accept  these  principles,  but  who  desire  a 
wider  latitude  in  the  selection  of  tunes.  They  regard,  as  the  true  test  of  selec- 
tion, the  degree  in  which  any  tune  has  the  favorable  testimony  of  the  popular 
taste.  From  this  class  of  worshipers  the  request  has  frequently  come  that  a 
new  edition  of  the  Sabbath  Hymn  and  Tune  Book  should  be  prepared. 

As  the  former  edition  will  continue  to  be  published,  unaltered,  the  editors 
have  felt  themselves  at  liberty  to  meet  the  want  above  indicated.  Such  is  the 
design  of  the  present  volume. 

In  the  selection  of  its  tunes  the  attempt  has  been  carefully  made  to  collect 
those  which  have  been  widely  popular  and  attractive,  and  therefore  have  been 
used  extensively  in  congregational  singing. 

The  aim  has  been  to  make  this  collection  choice  and  complete.  Persons  in 
different  parts  of  the  country  have  been  consulted.  Thanks  are  due  to  many 
who  have  contributed  the  results  of  their  experience  to  this  work. 

As  the  fruit  of  such  inquiry,  the  present  edition  is  presented,  with  confidence 
that  it  will  meet  the  wishes  of  those  who  desire  tunes  which  are  familiar  in 
general  use  in  the  churches,  and  approved  by  the  popular  taste. 

Several  popular  hymns  have  become  associated  with  peculiar  tunes  which  are 
not  adapted  to  any  other  hymns.  These  will  be  found  in  the  Appendix ;  the 
game  hymns  being  also  in  the  body  of  the  book,  in  connection  with  other  tunes. 
September,  1366. 

Entered,  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1859,  by 

MASON    BE  OTHERS, 

In  the  Clerk's  Office  of  the  District  Court  for  the  Southern  District  of  New  York. 


Entered,  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  I860,  by 

MASON    BROTHERS, 

In  the  Clerk's  Office  of  the  District  Court  for  the  Southern  District  of  New  York. 

Electrotyped  by  Smith  &  McDougal,  82  &  S4  Beekman  Street. 


PREFACE  TO  THE  SABBATH  HYMN  AND  TUNE  BOOK. 

It  is  the  purpose  of  this  -work  to  furnish  suitable  tunes  for  the  hymns  in  "Tite  Sabbath  Hymn 
Book,-'  and  to  brine:  the  hymns  and  tunes  together,  so  that  both  may  be  easily  seen  at  the  same  opening 
of  the  volume.  The  tunes  are  designed  to  meet  the  capacity  and  wants  of  congregations,  thoi-gh  it 
is  hoped  they  will  be  found  to  possess  interest  and  appropriateness  for  choirs.  Every  hymn  con- 
tained in  the  Sabbath  Hymn  Book  will  be  found  here,  and  in  connection  with  each  hymn,  or  at 
the  same  opening  of  the  book,  one  or  more  appropriate  tunes.  All  the  tunes  are  also  published  in 
a  separate  volume,  entitled  the  Sabbath  Tune  Book.  The  series  therefore  consists  of  throe 
volumes- — 

The  Sabbatb  Hymn  Book,  containing  Hymns  alone. 

The  Saisbatu  Hymn  and  Tune  Book,  containing  Hymns  and  Tunes. 

Tun  Sabbath  Tune  Book,  containing  Tunes  alone. 

Two  principal  methods  have  prevailed,  to  a  greater  or  less  degree,  in  the  Service  of  Song  in 
Christian  worship ;  that  of  the  whole  Congregation,  and  that  of  a  select  Choir.  The  Congregational 
was  the  primitive  method,  and  the  only  one  known  in  the  earlier  history  of  the  Church.  The 
method  of  singing  by  a  choir  came  into  the  Church  at  a  later  period,  with  wealth,  power,  and 
worldly  greatness,  and  it  has  been  her  attendant  rather  in  temporal  prosperity,  than  in  poverty 
and  adversity. 

At  the  time  of  the  "Reformation,  Congregational  Singing  had  become  extinct,  and  the  more  artistic 
manner  of  Choirs,  consisting  mostly  of  an  inferior  order  of  the  clergy,  singing  in  a  language  un- 
known to  the  people,  had  taken  its  place.  Luther,  Calvin,  Knox,  and  others,  took  early  meas- 
ures to  rescue  the  sinking  service  in  public  worship  from  the  hands  of  the  clergy,  and  to  reinstate 
it  as  an  exercise  for  the  people.  xVs  the  abuses  of  the  Romish  church  had  led  to  the  rejection  of 
chanting  (the  primitive  form  of  Church  Song)  the  Psalms  were  translated,  or  hymns  were  written 
in  a  stanznic  form,  and  adapted  to  a  simple  but  dignified  form  of  melody,  with  special  reference  to 
the  capabilities  of  the  people.  The  union  of  the  whole  assembly  in  the  exercise  was  regarded  as 
essential.  Other  liturgical  forms  were  rejected  ;  but  this  new  one  of  a  metrical  Psalmody,  for  the 
people's  simultaneous  utterance  of  praise  and  prayer,  was  received  with  great  favor,  and  almost 
universally  practiced.  It  was  no  attempt  on  the  part  of  the  Reformers  to  introduce  an  artistic 
manner  of  song,  but,  on  the  contrary,  a  very  plain  one,  a  "  highway"  of  Psalmody,  in  which  "tho 
Wayfaring  man,  though  a  fool,  should  not  err." 

The  Congregational  method,  thus  restored  to  the  churches,  was  brought  to  this  country  by  tho 
Protestant  Fathers.  It  continued  to  be  their  only  method  for  about  a  century  and  a  half.  It  is 
not  surprising  that  during  this  period,  amidst  the  deprivations  which  the  new  settlements  experi- 
enced, attention  to  song  should  have  been  neglected,  nor  that,  neglected  by  generation  after  gener- 
ation, the  ability  for  it  should  have  been  well  nigh  lost  In  the  early  part  of  the  last  century  the 
very  low  condition  of  the  singing  in  public  worship  began  to  attract  the  attention  of  some  of  the 
friends  of  religion,  and  measures  were  taken  by  a  few  of  the  leading  clergymen  and  others  for  re- 
form. Hitherto  all  the  singing  in  the  American  churches  had  been  unisonous,  the  melody  only 
having  been  sung;  but  in  17  it)  a  book  of  tunes,  in  three  parts,  "  Cantus,"  '*  Medius"  and  '•  Basus," 
was  published  by  Rev.  Thomas  Walter.  The  harmonizing  of  the  tunes  in  parts  undoubtedly  grew 
out  of  the  fact  that  the  more  elaborate  service  of  choirs  had  always  taken  that  form  both  in  the 
Lutheran  and  the  English  church.  In  the  Protestant  churches  of  Europe  generally,  metrical 
Psalmody  continues  to  this  day  to  be  sung,  as  it  was  originally,  in  unison,  and  it  is  at  least  doubtful 
whether  parts  in  harmony  for  the  choir  and  unison  for  the  congregation,  would  not  still  be  the  best 
arrangement  for'Church  Song.  This  new  arrangement  of  tunes  in  parts  led  to  the  formation  of 
choirs.  At  first,  they  were  introduced  only  as  helps  to  Congregational  Singing,  but  this  gradually 
yielded,  as  it  had  done  before,  and  the  new  method  advanced  with  sure  and  steady  progress,  until 
toward  the  close  of  the  last  century  it  had  become  the  almost  exclusive  method  of  Church  Song. 

And  now,  within  ten  or  fifteen  years,  Congregational  singing  is  again  attracting  attention,  and 
many  persons,  especially  those  who  look  for  a  higher  religious  power  in  Psalmody,  are  turning  to 
it.  as  a  remedy  for  the  evils  which  have  grown  out  of  the  exclusive  method  of  choirs,  and  as  prom- 
ising to  restore  to  the  Church  the  almost  lost  religious  aid  of  song.  It  is  to  be  regretted  that  some, 
in  their  zeal  for  Congregational  singing,  have  supposed  it  necessary  to  set  their  faces  against  choirs, 
and  have  even  gone  so  far  as  to  reject  the  services  of  such  associations.  The  fact  that  choirs  have, 
in  a  great  degree,  failed  to  present  a  method  of  song  truly  religious  in  its  iniiuence,  is  not  to  be 
attributed  wholly  to  them;  but  probably  quite  as  much  to.  those  clergymen  and  people  who  have- 
mistaken  a  mere  musical  excitement  for  the  "  quickening  aud  raising  up  of  the  affections  to  Ged." 


iv  PREFACE. 

That  it  is  unsafe  to  depend  exclusively  upon  choirs,  is  abundantly  proved  in  the.  history  of  the 
Church.  The  great,  danger  of  such  a  dependence  is,  that  the  whole  service  will  degenerate  info  a 
mere  attempt  at  musical  display.  >.'or  is  it  safe  to  trust  to  the  Congregational  method  alone,  for 
without  constant  care,  the  singing  will  then  be  very  liable  to  fall  into  neglect,  and  become  unin- 
teresting, ineffective,  and  even  wearisome.  Let  the  two  methods  exist  together,  strengthening  one 
another.  Congregational  Singing  can  not  be  dispensed  with  by  those  who  seek  for  the  religions  in- 
fluence of  Church  song;  and  choirs  may  do  much  to  promote  the  true  service  of  Pnalmody/by  their 
guidance  and  encouragement  of  universal  song.  Whenever  it  is  practicable,  then,  let  the 'people 
who  are  desirous  of  Congregational  singing  avail  themselves  of  the  advantages  to  be  derived  from 
such  choirs  as,  formed  from  among  themselves,  and  disposed  to  exert  a  religious  influence  in  the 
singing  exercises,  will  enlist  the  sympathy  and  cooperation  of  all  the  people. 

But  that  the  present  efforts  for  Congregational  Singing,  or  that  any  efforts  for  the  improvement 
of  the  Service  of  Song  be  in  any  satisfactory  degree  successful,  we  regard  it  as  essential  that  both 
methods  be  practically  understood — at  least  by  those  who  guide  this  service — since  any  attempt  to 
build  up  the  one  on  the  basis  of  the  other  must,  necessarily,  in  a  great  degree  fail.  Those  who 
seek  for  Congregational  Singing  on  the  principles  of  Choir  Singing,  will  probably  soon  give  it  up  as 
impracticable,  and  return  again  to  the  Choir  Singing  as  the  only  available  method. 

The  Congregational  is  nature's  method  of  praise.  It  is,  in  a  great  degree,  independent  of  art 
culture,  being  indeed  above  art.  It  is  adapted  alike  to  the  voices  of  the  young  and  the  old,  of  the 
uncultivated  and  of  the  cultivated.  It  engages  all  in  the  simultaneous  exercise  of  the  same  emo- 
tions, furnishes  something  for  every  one  to  do,  admits  of  no  listeners,  and  thus  excludes  that  bane 
of  all  true  worship,  criticism.  As  individual  voices  are  lost  in  the  chorus  of  the  many,  one  is 
naturally  led  to  feel  his  own  insignificance.  The  essential  feature  of  Chorus  Singing,  the  blending 
of  voices,  by  which  the  impurity  of  individual  tones  is  neutralized,  and  dissonance  harmonized, 
and  in  which  consists  in  a  great  degree  its  strength  and  its  beauty,  is  obtained  almost  without 
effort  when  many  voices,  (even  fifty  or  a  hundred.)  join  in  one  melody.  It  is  adapted  to  awaken 
within  us  ideas  of  greatness.  It  belongs  to  the  sublime  in  tone  ;  the  sublime  in  nature  rather  than 
in  art.  It  may  be  compared  to  the  mountains,  which  owe  their  majesty,  not  to  their  fertile  soil, 
nor  to  any  elaboration  of  architectural  skill,  but  to  that  Power  which  commanded  the  light  to  shine 
out  of  darkness,  and  brought  up  from  the  depths  the  rough  and  diversified  materials  in  which  con- 
sists the  "strength  of  the  hills."  The  mountains  are  not  more  necessary  to  fit  the  earth  to  be  thp 
habitation  of  man  than  is  this  great  method  of  song  to  the  highest  development  of  that  religious  life 
which  is  perfected  through  Psalmody. 

Choir  Singing  is  the  method  of  art ;  and  although  for  the  common  purposes  of  Church  Song  no 
very  high  degree  of  artistic  attainment  is  required,  yet,  that  Choir  Singing  which  is  worthy  u:'  the 
name,  must  be  the  result  of  the  proper  training  of  a  suitable  number  of  persons  who  have  a  more 
than  ordinary  portion  of  intuitive  musical  ability.  It  belongs  to  the  beautiful.  It  depends  upon 
flowing  melody,  with  measure  symmetrical,  in  such  soft,  elegant,  and  delicate  style  as  to  awaken 
delight.  It  may  be  regarded  as  one  of  Zion's  "  beautiful  garments,"  so  that  in  the  proper  union 
of  the  two  methods,  it  may  be  baid  of  the  Service  of  Song,  "  strength  and  beauty  are  in  the  sanc- 
tuary." 

That  we  may,  if  possible,  throw  still  further  light  upon  a  subject  which  we  consider  of  vital  im- 
portance to  the  success  of  Church  Song,  we  will  mention  some  conditions  which  are  indispensable 
to  Choir  Singing,  but  not  to  Congregational  Singing. 

1.  It  is  not  indispensable,  though  it  is  desirable,  in  order  to  qualify  one  to  take  a  part  in  Congre- 
gational Singing,  that  one  should  be  able  to  read  written  music.  Let  properly  conducted  singing 
schools  be  maintained,  and  let  all  be  encouraged  to  attend  them ;  and  especially  let  all  children 
receive,  while  they  are  yet  young,  appropriate  vocal  training,  and  be  practically  taught  the  elements 
both  of  music  and  notation.  And  let  all  be  encouraged,  whether  they  have  learned  any  thing  of 
singing  or  not,  to  join  vocally  in  the  Psalmody  as  a  religious  exercise,  regarding  it  as  their  duty  and 
privilege. 

2.  Purity  of  tone  is  not  indispensable,  though  it  is  desirable,  to  qualify  one  to  unite  in  Congrega- 
tional Singing.  Although  one's  tone  may  be  of  a  nasal  or  guttural  quality,  he  is  not  to  be  denied 
the  privilege  of  singing  Ins  Maker's  praises  in  the  congregation  of  the  people.  Yet  it  may  often  be 
the  duty  of  others  to  exercise  forbearance,  and  to  do  whatever  circumstances  allow  for  the  removal 
of  the  cause  of  offense  by  suitable  attempts  at  cultivation.  And  it  is  possible  that  there  may  bo 
cases  where  it  may  be  the  duty  of  one  to  engage  only  mentally  in  the  exercise,  if  thereby  one  may 
cease  to  give  pain  to  another. 

3.  It  is  not  indispensable,  though  it  is  desirable,  that  one  should  be  able  to  sing  in  perfect  tune, 
in  order  that  he  may  join  the  Congregational  Psalmody.  There  are  very  few  persons  whose  into- 
nation is  not  more  or  less  faulty,  but  although  one  may  not  sing,  individually,  in  tune,  there  is  a 
"sympathy  in  sounds"  by  which,  when  a  multitude  sing  together,  dissonance  is  resolved,  and 
voices  are  drawn  into  unison. 

4.  It  is  not  indispensable,  though  it  is  desirable,  that  one  should  be  able  to  appreciate  the  divis- 
ions of  time,  or,  as  it  is  more  commonly  expressed,  to  keep  time,  in  order  to  engage  in  Congrega- 
tional Singing.  If  such  a  natural,  easy  movement  is  taken  as  is  alone  well  adapted  to  the  singing 
of  a  promiscuous  assembly,  there  will  be  no  difficulty  in  keeping  toc;ct/ier,  an  I  however  feeble  may 
be  oui;'  s  perception  of  a  regular  movement,  he  may  safely  trust  his  voice  with  the  voices  of  the  many. 


PREFACE.  v 

5.  It  is  not  indispensable,  though  it  is  desirable,  in  order  to  unite  in  Congregational  Pinging,  that 
one's  articulation  or  pronunciation  should  be  exactly  right.  The  words  are,  indeed,  of  the  utmost; 
importance,  the  indispensable  part  of  a  hymnal  service,  and  although  we  may  join  devotionally  in 
the  act  of  worship  in  song,  even  when  we  do  not  kuow  the  particular  subject  of  the  hymn,  as  where 
the  service  is  in  a  foreign  language,  yet  we  can  not  be  in  union  with  the  assembly  in  definite 
thought  and  emotion  unless  we  are  in  possession  of  the  words.  Still,  no  one  should  be  excluded 
from  Congregational  Singing  on  account  of  an  inaccurate  articulation,  whether  this  arise  from  a 
natural  defect  in  the  organs  of  speech,  or  from  want  of  proper  culture. 

6.  Artistic  application  of  the  laws  of  aocent,  emphasis,  and  general  expression,  is  not  indispensa- 
ble, though  it  is  important,  to  qualify  one  to  join  in  Congregational  Singing.  There  should  indeed 
be  appropriate  expression  ;  but  this  in  one  method  is  quite  a  different  thing  from  what  it  is  in  the 
other.  The  expression  of  the  mountain  is  not  more  unlike  that  of  the  vailey,  than  the  legitimate 
expression  of  Congregational  Singing  is  unlike  that  of  Choir  Song.  Let  the  singing  be  habitually 
regarded  as  a  truly  religious  act;  let  the  people,  old  and  young,  be  led  to  engage  in  it  as  such  ;  let 
this  one  point  be  taught  and  guarded  from  the  pulpit;  let  God  be  sought  habitually  and  found  in 
the  Psalm,  and  it  will  not  lack  a  suitable  expression  ;  one  consisting  not  so  much  in  the  mechanical 
observance  of  piano,  forte,  crescendo,  diminuendo,  or  any  dynamic  notation,  as  in  the  more  legiti- 
mate conditions  of  a  good  tonal  utterance.  Let  the  mouth  speak  "  out  of  the  abundance  of  tho 
heart,"  and  it  will  be  likely  to  be  done  with  much  more  propriety  than  any  utterance,  however  per- 
fect, which  arises  from  the  mere  observance  of  rules  of  art. 

As  two  principal  methods  of  stinging  have  prevailed  in  the  service  of  the  Christian  Church,  so 
three  distinct  forms  of  .song  have  arisen  ;  the  Chant,  the  Anthem,  the  Metrical  Tune. 

The  Chant  is  supposed  to  have  been  the  primitive  form  of  Church  Song;  the  same  in  which  the 
S  iviour  himself  engaged,  when,  after  he  had  instituted  the  Sacrament  of  the  Lord's  Supper,  he 
sung  a  hymn  with  his  disciples,  before  he  went  out  into  the  Mount  of  Olives.  Li  its  simple  state  it 
consists  in  the  intoned  recitation,  or  cantilated  delivery  of  the  words  of  the  Psalm,  being  the  nearest 
approach  to  an  impassioned  and  dignified  reading,  which  a  retained  pitch,  or  the  absence  of  inflec- 
tion  will  allow.  In  chanting,  the  Psalms  may  be  sung  in  the  very  words  of  the  sacred  Scriptures, 
the  highest  form  of  lyric  poetry  ;  metrical  arrangement  being  unnecessary.  The  Chant  is  adapted 
to  a  clear  enunciation  of  the  words,  and  thus  tends  to  make  music  subordinate  to  thought,  and  song 
to  religious  worship.  It  is  totally  dissimilar  to  all  the  forms  of  secular  music,  and  seems  to  pre- 
clude the  very  idea  of  display.  It  leaves  the  mind  open  to  the  full  impression  of  the  sacred  text, 
and  is  most  favorable  to  a  heartfelt  expression.  It  furnishes  the  most  simple  form  in  which  many 
voices  may  unite  in  a  simultaneous  utterance  of  words,  and  hence,  is  admirably  adapted  to  the 
Congregational  method,  to  which  it  properly  belongs.  Children  easily  acquire  it,  and  take  great 
delight  in  it;  and  it  is  a  most  interesting  form  of  worship  in  Sabbath  Schools,  as  we  have  tested  by 
long  experience. 

These  remarks,  however,  are  applicable  to  Chanting  in  its  primitive  use,  and  not  to  such  a 
hurried,  "confused  and  disorderly  chattering  of  the  words,"  or  to  such  a  "  careless,  irreverent  man- 
ner, without  a  spark  of  feeling,"  as.  an  English  writer  observes,  is  often  heard  in  cathedrals;  or  to 
such  abuses  as  have  grown  out  of  the  modern  double  and  florid  chants,  and  from  which  Chanting 
has  well  nigh  ceased  to  be  regarded  as  belonging  to  the  Congregational  method. 

The  word  Anthkm  is  supposed  to  be  derived  from  the  same  Greek  root  as  is  antiphony,  which 
signifies  the  alternate  or  responsive  manner  of  singing  said  to  have  been  introduced  into  the  West- 
ern churches  by  Ambrose,  in  the  fourth  century.  Choir  singing  probably  had  its  origin  in  anti- 
phonal  singing,  and  hence  come  Anthems.  This  form  was  retained  by  the  English  church  at  the 
time  of  the  Reformation,  though  generally  rejected  elsewhere.  In  its  primitive  use  it  was  exclu- 
sively by  choirs,  yet  in  a  simple  form  it  is  quite  practicable  in  Congregational  Singing,  and  may  be 
made  a  feature  of  much  interest  and  usefulness. 

The  Metrical  Tune  is  that  form  which,  although  known  to  a  limited  extent  in  earlier  times, 
came  into  geueral  use  in  public  worship,  at  the  time  of  the  Reformation,  and  has  ever  since  been  re- 
tained in  the  Protestant,  and  in  a  portion  of  the  Romish  church.  It  was  the  musical  form  of  the 
restored  method  of  song,  in  which  the  people  were  the  actors,  and  consisted  in  a  simple  melodv, 
which,  being  within  the  compass  of  all  voices,  was  sung  in  unison  by  the  congregation.  In  the 
German  and  other  churches  on  the  continent  of  Europe,  the  original  character  of  Congregational 
Tunes  and  of  Congregational  Singing  still  continues,  and  almost  universally  prevails  to  this  day. 
Rut  in  England  the  influence  of  choirs  soon  led  to  the  introduction  of  the  different  vocal  parts, 
which,  although  at  first  not  intended  for  the  people,  were  gradually  introduced  into  Congregational 
Singing,  though  seldom,  if  ever,  in  such  proportion  as  to  produce  any  thing  like  symmetrical  har- 
mony. 

The  SAHBATn  Hymn  and  Tune  Book  is  designed  as  a  Manual  for  Congregational  Singing.  In 
regard  to  the  principles  which  have  guided  its  editors  in  the  selection  of  hymns,  the  reader  is  re- 
ferred to  the  Preface  to  The  Sabbath  Hymn  Book.  In  setting  the  hymns  to  music,  we  have  valued 
music;d  art,  only  so  far  as  it  might  be  made  to  contribute  to  the  religious  purpose  in  view.  Music 
is  employed  as  a  means  and  not  as  an  end.  Our  constant  object  has  therefore  been  to  provide  for 
Die  best  religious  expression  of  the  words. 

The  aim  has  been  to  secure  tunes  of  not  merely  negative,  but  of  positive  merit — tunes  possessing 
such  salient  points  as  are  at  once  marked  and  relevant,  with  such  agreeableness  of  melody,  and  in- 


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dividuality  of  character  as  shall  cause  them  to  he  apprehended,  quickly  learned,  easily  sung,  always 
remembered.  Tunes  free  from  all  such  difficulties  as  would  render  them  impracticable  to  the 
musically  unlearned,  and  possessing  such  peculiar  excellences  as  will  render  them  attractive  to  all. 
Nor  has  it  been  forgotten  that  the  tunes,  generally,  are  to  be  sung  not  only  in  the  larger  assembly 
of  public  worship  (to  which  some  of  them  more  properly  belong),  but  also  in  social  worship,  where, 
often  without  much  musical  ability,  Christians  pray  to  God,  and  "admonish  one  another  in  psalms 
and  hymns  and  spiritual  songs." 

It  is  evident  that  in  preparing  a  hook  like  the  present  the  most  obvious  musical  material  is  to  he 
found  in  the  well-known  tunes  which  are  commonly  used.  It  was  an  important  object  to  secure  as 
complete  a  collection  of  these  as  possible.  A  circular  letter  of  inquiry  was  therefore  addressed  to 
clergymen  and  those  having  charge  of  church  music  in  various  parts  of  the  country.  Lists  of  tunes 
actually  ia  use  were  thus  obtained,  all  of  which  were  carefully  compared  and  collated,  and  from 
them  an  index  was  formed,  showing  what  tunes  are  most  used,  and  what  is  the  degree  of  their 
popularity.  This  index  has  been  employed  as  a  guide  in  selecting  tunes.  As  many  of  theBe  tunes 
are  copyright  property,  it  may  be  well  to  add  that  the  editors  have  been  able  to  insert  every  tune 
which  they  desired,  a  privilege  not  often  enjoyed  by  the  compilers  of  similar  works.  Yet  notwith- 
standing all  our  care  and  facilities  it  is  quite  probable  that  some  persons  will  miss  in  this  collection 
tunes  which  are  to  them  favorites.  There  are  tunes  which  have  become  popular  in  certain  locali- 
ties, but  which  are  not  so  generally  known  or  of  such  intrinsic  merit,  as  to  claim  a  place  in  a  collec- 
tion like  this.  In  the  nature  of  things  it  is  probable  that  hardly  any  man  will  find  in  any  such  book, 
every  tune  which  he  would  be  glad  to  have  inserted. 

We  have,  of  course,  felt  obliged  sometimes  to  sacrifice  our  own  taste  to  what  has  appeared  to  be  a 
public  demand,  and  to  admit  tunes  which  we  regard  as  having  structural  defects  as  tunes  for  Con- 
gregational Singing. 

The  repetition  of  well-known  and  most  useful  tunes  is  a  new  feature  in  this  hook.  There  are  a 
few  tunes  which  are  very  widely  known  and  constantly  used.  If  one  of  these  be  presented  in  but 
one  place,  it  can  be  in  connection  with  but  few  hymns,  and  therefore  will  not  be  frequently  sung. 
Such  tunes  are  repeated  in  this  volume,  some  of  them  several  times,  and  each  of  them  is  therefore 
in  connection  with  a  large  number  of  hymns. 

The  Sabbath  Hymn  and  Tune  Book  contains  many  New  Tunes,  or  such,  be  they  old  or  new, 
as  are  not  generally  known  in  our  churches.  These  are  needed  not  merely  for  the  sake  of  variety, 
though  this  might  be  a  sufficient  reason  for  their  introduction.  There  are  hymns  of  new  meters 
which  must  be  supplied  with  Tunes ;  and  there  are  in  some  hymns  of  the  more  usual  meters,  pecu- 
liarities of  stanzaic  form,  which,  in  singing,  require  tunes  of  corresponding  rhythmic  or  melodic 
structure.  There  are  also  hymns  presenting  6uch  new  experiences  of  Christian  life,  as  can  hardly 
find  an  appropriate  musical  expression  in  any  of  the  older  melodies.  That  the  new  tunes  open  a 
wider  field  of  musical  expression,  we  believe  will  be  readily  granted,  as  new  hymns  to  new  tunes 
become  familiar  in  religious  worship.  We  should  be  very  sorry  to  have  the  good  old  tunes  super- 
seded— the  Old  Hundredths  and  the  Dundees  should  be  retained,  often  sung,  and  handed  down, 
well  known  and  familiar,  from  generation  to  generation  ;  but  yet  there  is  not  only  room,  but  a  reai 
demand,  for  tunes  which  are  new.  This  department  of  our  work  has  been  enriched  by  selections 
from  a  very  wide  range  of  tunes  of  all  denominations  of  Christians,  in  different  ages  and  countries. 
The  new  tunes  have  different  degrees  of  merit,  yet  all  of  them  may  contribute  to  the  appropriate- 
ness and  variety  of  worship  in  song. 

The  large  supply  of  Double  Tunes  may  he  regarded  as  a  new  feature  in  our  work.  The  impor. 
tance  of  Double  tunes  consists  in  the  fact  that  such  hymns  as  contain  six  or  more  stanzas,  often  take 
up  too  much  time  when  sung  through,  and  that  a  tune  six  times  repeated  may,  to  those  persons 
whose  minds  are  not  intensely  fixed  upon  the  hymn  service,  become  tiresome.  Almost  all  these 
Double  tunes  are  intended  to  move  quickly,  and  when  properly  sung,  will  be  to  some  extent  a  rem- 
edy for  that  slow  manner  of  singing  which  Dr.  Watts  condemned,  and  will  prevent  the  necessity 
for  that  frequent  abridgment  of  hymns  which  weakens  the  religious  etfect  of  the  singing  exercise. 

The  Sabbatii  Hyjin  and  Turns  Book  provides  an  increased  number  of3finor  Tunes.  The  neces- 
sity for  these,  which  have  been  of  late  much  neglected,  arises  out  of  man's  emotional  nature.  It 
there  are  seasons  of  sunshine  in  Christian  life,  there  are  also  those  of  clouds  and  darkness.  As,  on 
the  one  hand,  there  is  in  every  high  religious  experience  a  fullness  of  joy  which  can  find  a  suitable 
utterance  only  in  the  most  jubilant  strains  which  musical  genius  has  ever  conceived;  so,  on  the 
other,  there  is  a  heart-felt  sorrow  so  deep  as  to  be  far  beyond  the  expression  of  any  but  the  more 
tender  accents,  the  waitings  (it  may  be)  of  minor  strains.  But  without  going  to  extremes,  it  may 
in  truth  be  said  of  the  Major  and  Minor  in  music,  that  the  common  experiences  of  Christian  life 
seem  to  require,  perhaps  equally,  the  animating  and  invigorating  strains  of"  the  one,  and  the  tenderly 
sympathizing  and  plaintive  influences  of  the  other.  The  educational  power  of  music  must  be  much 
abridged,  if  it  be  confined  to  the  Major  mode.  Still,  as  some  choirs  and  congregations  are  un- 
accustomed to  Minor  tunes,  they  will  generally  find,  opposite  to  the  Minor,  and  at  the  same  opening 
of  the  book,  a  tune  in  the  Major  mode,  applicable  iu  some  degree  to  the  same  hymns  which  can  be 
most  appropriately  sung  with  the  Minor  tune. 


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In  our  adaptation  of  Minor  tunes  to  hymns,  we  have  not  hecn  unmindful  of  the  fact  that  the  pro- 
priety of  this  depends  not  only  upon  the  emotional  character  of  the  words,  but  also  upon  times  and 
seasons,  and  we  have  sometimes  followed  the  beautiful  example  of  the  Episcopal  church,  which,  in 
the  time,  of  her  lenten  fastings,  sings  her  jubilant  canticles  in  plaintive  Minor  strains. 

The  rhythmic  form,  which  is  regarded  as,  in  general,  the  best  for  metrical  tunes,  especially  for 
such  as  are  designed  for  the  simultaneous  song  of  many  people,  is  that  which,  with  the  exception 
of  the  initial  and  terminal  of  each  line  or  couplet,  consists  mostly  in  tones  of  equal  length.  Exam- 
ples of  tunes  in  this  form  are  on  pages  17,  !S,  19,  20,  22,  20,  27.  "  This,"  says  Rev.  Mr.  Havergal 
of  Worcester,  England,  "  is  generally  the  old  form,  the  traditional  form,  and  the  only  one  which 
all  singers  feel  to  be  natural."  In  this  form  the  older  tunes  were  formerly  printed,  both  in  En- 
gland and  in  this  country,  so  that  in  reprinting  "The  Old  Hundredth,"  "Dundee,"  and  other 
tunes,  as  we  have  done  in  this  work,  we  do  not  alter  them  from  but  restore  them  to  the  original. 
After  much  observation  and  practical  experience  we  are  fully  persuaded  that  this  form  furnishes 
the  best  movement  for  metrical  Psalms  and  Hymns.  The  longer  initials  and  terminals  enable  all 
the  people  to  begin  and  to  close  the  line  together,  and  also  afford  a  moment  for  rest  at  the  end  of 
each  line,  while  the  intermediate  shorter  tones  are  most  favorable  to  the  simultaneous  utterance  of 
each  word  and  syllable  as  with  one  voice.  But  the  greatest  advantage,  perhaps,  is  that  it  enables  ;> 
choir  or  congregation  to  sing  together  in  a  quicker  movement  than  any  other,  yet  is  at  the  same 
time  conducive  to  that  simple  strength  and  dignity  which  should  ever  characterize  the  union  of 
many  voices  in  sacred  song. 

That  we  may  not  be  mistaken  as  to  what  we  mean  by  quicker  movement,  we  will  add  that  "The 
Old  Hundredth"  has  been  often  sung  so  slowly  as  to  oc.cupy  a  minute  and  a  half,  or  even  more,  in 
its  performance,  whereas  we  suppose,  that  if  sung  in  its  original  time,  it  would  not  take  more  than 
from  forty  to  fifty  seconds.  The  time  of  this  tune,  and  indeed  of  all  tunes  in  this  rhythmic  form, 
may  be  learned  by  using  a  pendulum  of  from  thirty-five  to  forty-five  inches  in  length,  each  beat  of 
which  will  give  the  time  of  one  of  the  intermediate  or  shorter  tones.  We  do  not  mean  that  all  these 
tunes  are  to  be  sung,  or  that  any  one  tune  is  always  to  be  sung  in  exactly  the  same  time  ;  there  will 
naturally  be  a  slight  variation,  depending  upon  the  hymn,  and  the  circumstances  of  the  ocoasion. 
We  deem  it  important,  however,  to  remark  that  there  should  never  be  any  apparent  change  of  time, 
during  the  singing  of  a  hymn;  but  one  movement  should  be  preserved  throughout  all  the  stanzas, 
however  they  may  appear  to  differ. 

A  second  rhythmic  form,  one  which  has  become  very  popular  within  the  last  twenty-five  or  thirty 
years,  consists  of  tones  mostly  of  two  lengths,  as  before,  but  in  alternate  groups  of  two.  The  tunes 
Hebron,  Denfield,  Downs,  Boylston,  afford  specimens  of  this  rhythm.  A  pendulum  of  from  thirty 
to  forty  inches  will  give  the  time  for  the  shorter  tones  in  these  tunes.  It  is  most  important  in  this 
class  of  tunes,  that  every  approach  to  staccato  in  the  short  tones  be  carefully  avoided  ;  on  the  con- 
trary, they  should  usually  be  sung  quite  legato,  and  sustained  to  their  full  length.  On  the  other 
hand,  the  longer  tones  must  not  be  too  long.  Indeed,  there  may  be  a  little  accommodation  between 
the  two,  so  that  the  shorter  tones  may  be,  as  it  were,  a  little  longer,  and  the  longer  tones  a  little 
shorter,  than  the  exact  time  indicated  by  the  notes,  but  this  must  be  done  without  breaking  up  a 
proper  distinction  between  the  two,  or  disturbing  the  general  choriambic  character. 

A  third  rhythmic  form  consists  of  tones  of  two  lengths  as  before,  but  mostly  in  groups  of  four. 
The  tunes  Uxbridge  and  Olden  illustrate  this  form.  A  pendulum  of  from  thirty  to  thirty-six  inches 
will  give  the  time.  The  remark  in  respect  to  the  accommodation  between  the  tones  of  different 
lengths  applies  also  to  this  rhythm. 

A  fourth  class  includes  tunes  in  which  the  longer  and  shorter  tones  regularly  alternate:  Orton- 
ville,  Ray,  Rayford,  Anley,  and  many  other  tunes  belong  to  this  class.  A  pendulum,  from  sixteen 
to  twenty-four  inches,  will  give  the  time  of  quarter  notes  in  these  tunes.  A  somewhat  modified 
form  of  this  general  rhythmic  structure  maybe  seen  in  the  tunes  Becker.  Albon,  Ware,  Albec,  and 
others.  These  tunes,  on  account  of  the  prevalence  of  the  shorter  tones,  require  a  somewhat  slower 
movement,  as  indicated  by  a  pendulum  of  from  twenty  to  twenty-six  inches.  Again,  another  modi- 
fication of  the  form  may  be  found  in  such  tunes  as  Bethany  and  Glyn,  which,  because  of  the  preva- 
lence of  the  longer  tones,  require  a  somewhat  quicker  movement,  as  of  a  pendulum  of  ten  or  twelve 
inches  in  length. 

Each  of  the  foregoing  classes,  with  slight  exceptions,  is  adapted  to  a  syllabic  utterance,  or  the 
singing  of  a  single  tone  to  each  syllable.  The  last  is,  perhaps,  somewhat  less  adapted  to  Congrega- 
tional Singing. 

A  fifth  rhythmic  form  includes  tunes  in  equal  (double  or  quadruple)  measure,  embracing  a  greater 
variety  in  the  length  of  tones,  brought  together  with  less  regard  to  the  symmetrical  relation  of 
length,  and  containing  syncopes,  suspensions,  etc.  See  Duke  Street,  Federal  Street,  Lanesboro1, 
Ernan,  Hamburg,  Lyte,  Ward,  Dedham,  Medfield. 

Tunes  in  unequal  (triple  or  sextuple)  measure,  but  in  other  respects  similar  to  class  five,  may  be 
brought  together  as  the  last  rhythmic  class  which  we  need  to  present.  Illustrative  jf  this  class, 
are  Howard,  St.  Martins,  Rothwell,  Abridge,  Mendon,  All  Saints,  Thatcher.  A  pendulum  of  from 
twenty-five  to  thirty  inches  will  indicate  the  time  of  the  quarter  notes  in  the  last  two  varieties. 

There  may  be  a  few  tunes  which  can  hardly  be  assigned  to  either  of  the  above  classes,  but  in  re- 
gard to  all,  whatever  may  be  the  movement,  sufficient  time  must  always  be  taken  to  speak  the 
words  with  propriety,  for  nothing  merely  musical  can  justify  a  movement,  be  it  quick  or  slow, 
which  shall  interfere  with  an  appropriate  delivery  of  the  words. 

The  Adaptation  of  Tunes  to  Hymns  is  a  department  of  our  labor  upon  which  most  careful  con- 


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sideration  has  been  bestowed,  in  the  belief  that  it  is  of  great  importance  to  the  usefulness  of  religions 
son?.  This  has,  indeed,  been  by  far  the  most  difficult  department  of  labor  in  the  preparation  of 
this  volume.  A  good  hymn  may  be  sung  to  a  good  tune,  and  the  two  together  form  an  unsatisfac- 
tory whole.  One  may  prove  a  detriment  rather  than  an  assistance  to  the  other.  The  mere  metrical 
fitness  of  one  for  the  other,  though  necessary,  is  a  simple,  and  the  very  lowest  consideration.  Th& 
music  must  be  suitable  to  express  the  emotion  which  the  words  describe  or  imply.  A  first  question 
then  is,  what  is  the  emotional  condition  which  the  hymn  supposes?  A  second  question  is,  what 
strains  will  best  assist  the  expression  of  this  emotion  ?  Is  the  hymn  one  of  worship,  or  is  it  merely 
didactic,  hortatory,  or  descriptive  ?  Does  it  imply  direct  or  immediate  homage,  or  only  that  which 
is  indirect  or  mediate  ?    These  questions  have  been  minutely  considered  at  every  step. 

Our  experience  has  led  us  to  reject  all  such  aids  to  musical  expression  as  the  marginal  marks 
found  in  some  books  of  psalmody.  We  are  satisfied  of  the  injurious  effects  of  such  notation.  It 
encourages,  almost  necessitates,  a  dramatic  spirit  in  singing,  which  is  wholly  at  variance  with  the 
spirit  of  worship. 

Careful  attention  has  also  been  given  to  such  peculiarities  of  rhythmical  and  poetical  structure 
as  are  found  in  some  of  the  hymns.  Instances  may  be  cited  in  hymns  8,  292, 2C8,  339,  357,  471,  55(3, 
71S.  1004,  1092,  1267,  and  many  others. 

It  has  been  supposed  that  it  would  be  interesting,  where  it  could  be  done  without  detriment  in 
other  respects,  to  set  the  old  versions  of  the  Psalms  to  corresponding  old  tunes  sung  also  in  early 
times.     Instances  in  which  this  has  been  done  are  in  hymns  13,  31,  32,  46,  48,  65,  220,  230,  243,  336. 

There  will  generally  be  found  at  each  opening  of  the  book  two  tunes,  either  of  which  is  adapted 
to  all  the  hymns  upon  the  two  pages.  Csmmonly  one  of  these  is  a  well-known  tune  ;  and  the  other, 
one  which  is  less  familiar,  or  entirely  new.  This  arrangement  has  also  enabled  us,  where  we  have 
felt  compelled,  in  deference  to  its  popularity,  to  insert  a  tune  which  we  can  not  regard  as  free  from 
serious  defects,  to  give  in  connection  with  the  same  hymns  a  tune  of  better  structure.  Care  has 
also  been  taken  to  preserve,  as  far  as  possible,  established  associations  between  hymns  and  tunes. 

The  hymns  in  this  book  are  not  arranged  in  numerical  order  as  in  the  Sabbath  Hymn  Book. 
From  the  plan  of  the  work,  it  was  impossible  that  this  should  be  done  without  sacrificing  the  proper 
adaptation  of  tunes  to  hymns.  Yet  it  was  deemed  of  great  importance,  for  convenience  in  using  the 
two  books  in  the  same  congregation,  that  the  hymns  should  be  numbered  alike  in  both  books.  It 
is  supposed  that  the  clergyman  will  always  find  it  most  convenient  to  use  "The  Sabbath  Hymn 
Book"  in  selecting  his  hymns,  because  of  its  topical  arrangement.  When  both  books  are  used  in 
the  same  congregation,  it  being  understood  that  in  the  announcement  of  the  page,  reference  is 
always  made  to  "  The  Sabbath  Hymn  and  Tune  Book,11  the  hymn  may  be  given  out  thus  :  "71st 
Hymn  ;  42d  page."  Those  who  have  only  the  Hymn  Book  will  then  turn  immediately  to  the  hymn 
by  its  number,  while  those  who  have  the  Hymn  and  Tune  Book,  will  find  it  with  equal  ease  by  the 
page. 

The  Chants  contained  in  The  Sabbath  Hymn-  axd  Tuxe  Book,  are  mostly  those  of  the  best  En- 
glish composers,  and  the  few  new  ones  are  upon  the  same  primitive  Anglican  model. 

A  new  feature,  at  least  in  this  country,  in  a  book  for  Congregational  singing,  is  the  introduction 
of  short,  easy  Anthems.  The  words  of  these  are  mostly  from  the  Psalms,  and  are  peculiarly  ap- 
propriate to  the  various  occasions  of  public  worship.  The  music  is  easy,  and  quite  practicable  to 
congregations  which  are  willing  to  make  a  little  effort  to  learn  it.  They  will  be  fouud  useful  for 
choirs  as  well  as  congregations. 

The  Anthem,  No.  14,  may  derive  some  interest  from  the  fact  that  it  has  been  supposed  to  be  an 
ancient  Hebrew  melody,  and  substantially  the  same  as  was  used  in  the  Temple  worship. 

Two  of  the  Indexes  in  this  volume  refer  to  the  number  of  the  hymns,  and  not  to  the  pages.  The 
pages  will  be  easily  ascertained  by  reference  to  the  table  on  page  II.  It  was  found  that  the  attempt 
to  include  in  each  case  in  these  indexes  a  references  to  the  page,  as  well  as  the  number  of  the 
hymn,  besides  occupying  a  very  large  amount  of  space,  would  confuse  the  mind,  and  be  inconveni- 
ent in  many  respects. 

As  we  have  already  remarked,  Congregational  singing  may  be  led  by  a  Choir.  It  may  be  led  by 
a  Precentor  ;  yet  he,  if  he  is  truly  interested  in  his  work,  and  if  he  sustain  a  proper  relation  to  the 
congregation,  would  almost  immediately  gather  around  him  a  few  aiding  voices.  In  either  case  the 
accompaniment  of  an  Organ,  Organ  Harmonium,  or  Melodeon,  will  be  important.  The  choir,  who 
lead,  must  be  content  to  sing  in  a  plain,  simple  manner,  without  any  attempt  at  artistic  effect.  They 
should  avoid  every  thing  which  tends  to  confuse  the  congregation  or  to  discourage  the  general  par- 
ticipation in  the  song;  and  they  should  furnish  a  full  volume  of  sound  with  which  the  people  can 
readily  unite.  It  is  better  that  all  should  sing  the  melody,  at  least  until  the  congregation  become 
vt:ry  thoroughly  acquainted  with  it,  and,  under  all  circumstances,  it  is  important  that  this  part 
should  be  well  sustained  by  men's  voices.  The  singing  of  the  four  different  parts  is  in  fact  singing 
four  different  tunes,  and  this  causes  confusion  to  those  who  have  made  little  musical  proficiency. 
These  remarks  may  apply,  also,  in  part  at  least,  to  the  manner  of  playing  the  organ,  which  should 
have  for  its  constant  object  the  assisting  of  the  people,  all  the  people,  in  their  song,  and  should 
uvoid  every  thing  having  a  tendency  to  mislead  or  confuse  them. 

Tunes  should  be  used  with  which  the  congregation  are  familiar.  New  tunes  may  be  introduced, 
one  at  a  time,  with  more  or  less  frequency,  according  to  the  facility  with  which  the  people  learn 
them.  The  same  tunes  should  be  frequently  repeated,  since  familiarity  with  the  tune  is  necessary 
to  any  high  degree  of  religious  influence  in  the  singing  exercise.  It  is  not  an  uncommon  thing,  in 
the  German  congregations,  to  hear  the  same  tune  to  two  hymns  during  the  same  service. 


PREFACE. 


IX 


Tt  is  important  that  every  one  in  the  congregation  make,  and  continue,  the  effort  to  unite  in  the 
singing.  It*  a  man  utter  no  sound  which  can  be  heard  even  by  the  person  at  his  side,  a  pjod  exam- 
ple, at  least,  is  set  which  may  encourage  some  one  else  to  sing  who  would  otherwise  remain  silent. 

It  is  desirable  that  those  who  can  do  so  should  sing  heartily,  with  open  mouth  and  full  voice,  and 
not  in  the  smothered,  uncertain  manner,  which  is  too  common,  and  affords  poor  encouragement  and 
assistance  to  others. 

The  advantage  of  occasional  meetings  for  singing  need  hardly  be  alluded  to.  We  have  reference 
now,  not  to  the  usual  singing  school,  the  object  of  which  is  to  teach  those  who  attend  to  read  music, 
though  it  is  most  desirable  that  such  should  be  encouraged,  but  to  gatherings  of  all  the  people  for 
the  purpose  of  learning  the  tunes  chiefly  by  rote.  These  should  not  degenerate  into  mere  singing, 
but  should  be  religious  meetings.  Let  the  hymns  be  sung  through,  and  this  with  meaning.  Suc- 
cess in  Congregational  Singing  can  not  be  expected  without  effort.  There  must  be  a  willingness  on 
the  part  of  the  people  to  make  and  persevere  in  this  effort. 

Finally,  each  one  should  make  the  song  his  own,  assuming  the  words  as  real  expressions  of  the 
inward  sense  of  his  own  soul.  Even  although  they  may  not  always  be  strictly  applicable  to  one's 
circumstances,  yet  sympathizing  with  others,  Ave  should  surely  in  this  universal  and  delightful 
Bo  ig  Service,  rejoice  with  those  who  rejoice,  and  weep  with  those  who  weep.  An  esteemed  writer, 
already  quoted,  in  speaking  of  the  old  tunes,  says:  "  If  we  would  have  these  old  tunes  to  perfec- 
tion, we.  must  attain  more  of  the  old-fashioned  piety  with  which  they  were  formerly  sung."  If 
music  he  substituted  for  religion,  and  singing  for  devotion,  the  best  tune  and  the  best  voices  will 
neither  increase  religion,  nor  aid  devotion.  Unless  Congregational  Singing  rest  upon  a  religious 
foundation,  it  will  be  like  the  house  built  upon  the  sand.  Unless  it  be  conducted  ar>  a  religious 
duty  and  privilege,  it  will  fail  to  secure  its  legitimate  ends.  But  where  it  is  attempted  and  pursued 
in  a  right  spirit  and  with  proper  efforts,  there  is  no  danger  from  the  want  of  artistic  culture. 

"  We  now  offer  '  The  Sabbath  Hymn  and  Tune  Book1  to  the  churches,  invoking  the  blessing  of 
the  Great  Head  of  the  Church  upon  our  labors,  that  they  may  meet  the  wants  of  devout  worshipers, 
and  especially  that  they  may  be  fouud  conducive  to  the  spirituality  of  i  The  Service  of  Song  in  the 
House  of  the  Lord.'  " 

LOWELL  MASON, 
EDWARDS  A.  PA  UK, 
AUSTIN  PHELPS. 
Andovee,  Mass.,  March,  1859. 


INDEX    TO    PAGES    OF   HYMNS. 


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HYMN  PAGE 

1  .  .Judson 358 

2  . .  Montgomery 176 

3  . .  Sarah  J.  Hale 323 

4  . .  Miss.  Williams. .  .370,  452 

5  ..Tate— Brady 319 

6  ..  Watts 277 

7  66 

8  ..J.  Wesley* 146 

9  ..Mrs.  Steele 388 

.Heber 147 

,  Watts 20 

Lute 22 

Milton* 18 

Watts 52 

Watts 52 

.Watts Ill 

Tate— Brady 63 


10 

11 

12 
13 

14 
IS 
16 

17 

18  ..Lijte. 


Watts 50 

,  Watts 38 

,  Watts 42 

Stennett 22 

,  Watts 34 

G  Burder 387 

,  Montgomery 2S2 

,  Watt's 46 

Watts 26 

,  Tate — Brady 142 

32 
53 


29   . .  Montgomery. 


Sternhold — Hopkins..    17 

Tate— Brady 17 

Watts 53 

Watts 17 

Montgomery 73 

Watts 374 

53  J 

Watts 72  I 

Goode 400  ! 

Tate— Brady 26  j 

Mrs.  Barbauldt 274  \ 

Cowper 292 

Watts 38 

Watts 54 

Watts 42 

4G  . . Old  Latin  Hymn. ...  115 

4T  . .  Sir  R.  Grant 309 

48  ..Ken 49 

48  ..J.  Wesley. 22 

50  . .  Rosenmoth 269 

51  . .  Hawkesworth 389 

52  . .  Tate— Brady 19  j 

53  ..  Watts ' 22  j 

64  ..Uayward 24  | 


HYMN  PAGE 

55  ..Neioton 136 

56  ..Zuinger,     translated 

by  Merrick 36 

57  . .  Wm.  Mason 227 

58  ..Cotteril 24 

59  ..Watts 44 

60  . .  Mrs.  Barbauld 34 

61  ..Stennett 28S 

62  ..Watts 241 

63  144 

64  . .  Mrs.  Brown 214 

65  ..Ken 49 

66  ..Mrs.  Steele 114 

67  ..  Watts 353 

68  ..Keble 42 

69  ..Edmeston 234 

70 392 

71  .    Watts 42 

72  ..C.  Wesley. 340 

73  ..  Watts 303 

74  . .  Montgomery 20 

75  ..Edmeston 289 

76  ..S.  F.  Smith 202 

77  ..Brown 307 

78  273 

79  . .  Montgomery 376 

80 358 

81   28 

82  ..Kelly 376 

83  .  Tate— Brady 70 

84  ..Newton 388 

85  ..Palmer. 387 

86  ..Burder 407 

87  ..Hart 49 

88 294 

89  ..Watts 292 

90  . .  Montgomery* 82 

91  ..Newton 303 

92  172 

93  ..NTewton 387 

94  ..Gibbons 380 

95  ..E.  T.  Fitch 182 

96 30 

97 41 

9S  ..Conder 66 

99  ..Fawcett 84 

100  ..Watts 30 

101  172 

102  ..Watts 33 

103  ..Watts 30 

104  ..Montgomery 150 

105  ..Merrick 150 

10(3  372 

107  ..  Watts 63 


niMN 

PAGE 

108  . 

-Lyte 

....  106 

109  . 

.  Watts 

....     43 

110  . 

.Ogilvie 

....     47 

111  . 

112  . 

.  Walts 

48 

.  Watts 

....     05 

113  . 

.  Montgomery 

....  107 

114  . 

115  . 

24 

.  Sir  R.  Grant . . . 

....     58 

116  . 

117  . 

....     59 

.  Smart 

....     36 

118 

.  Watts 

....     26 

119 

.Addison 

.  90,  453 

120 

.  Watts 

....     25 

121   . 

.  Watts 

....    46 

122 

.  Turner 

....  274 

123 

.  Watts 

....     86 

124 

.  Sternhold 

....     80 

125 

.  Conder 

....    57 

126  . 

127 

....     19 

.  Doddndge 

....  353 

128 
129 

....     65 

.  Blacklock 

....     SO 

130  . 

.H.K.  White.... 

....     76 

131  . 

.H.  K.  White... 

....     76 

132 

.  Watts 

....     18 

133 

.  Mrs.  Steele 

....     86 

134 

.  Watts 

....  240 

135 

.  Watts 

....  274 

136 

137  . 

138  . 

.  Watts. 

..  307 

51 

.  Conder 

..  280 

139 

.  Thomson 

....     68 

140 

.Madam  Guyon. . 

....  388 

141 

.  Watts 

....  1S2 

142 

.  Watts 

....  274 

143 

.'Tate— Brady  — 

....     76 

144 

.  Watts 

....  337 

145 

.Watts 

....     31 

146 

.Watts 

..  290 

147 

.  Watts 

....     69 

148 
149 
150  . 
151 

....     73 

322 

....  124 

.Bowring 

....  1(.'3 

152 
153  . 

....     72 

.  J.  Young 

....     62 

154  . 

.  Watts 

....     48 

155 

.  Needham 

....  307 

156 

.  Tate— Brady 

....    70 

157 
158  . 

.  Watts 

....     48 

.  Mrs.  Steele 

69 

159 

.  Watts 

....     75 

160  . 

.  Tate— Brady 

....     49 

101 

.  Watts 

....  330 

INDEX    TO    PAGES    OF    HYMNS. 


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RYM*  PA  OK 

162  ..Watts 176 

103  .   Watts 43 

164  ..Waits 383 

165  ,.  Watts 75 

166  ..Watts 04 

167  . .  Wrangham 19 

168  ..Watts 40 

169  ..Watts 214 

170  ..Tate— Brady 44 

171  ..Watts 383 

172 359 

173 28 

174  . .  Watts 3S9 

175 31 

176  ..Doddridge 133 

177  ..Tate— Brady 73 

178  ..  Watts 110 

179  ..Watts 65 

180  ..Kirkham 270 

181  ..Tate— Brady 86 

182  ..Needham 75 

183  ..Watts 117 

184  ..Watts 80 

185  ..E.Scott 336 

186  . .  Fawcett 359 

187  ..Watts 70 

188  ..Watts 41 

189  ..Watts 83 

190  ..March 197 

191   73 

192  ..Watts 90 

193  ..  Watts 163 

194  ..  Watts 138 

195 68 

196  ..Alford 18 

197  ..  Watts. 29S 

193  241 

199  ..Watts 76 

2(10  403 

201  ..Mrs.  Steele 210 

202  ..Addison 312 

203  . .  Mrs.  Steele 130 

20-4  . .  Heginbotham 92 

205  ..Heginbotham 220 

206  ..Merrick 202 

207  ..Bowring. 386 

208  ..Latrobe 324 

209  52 

210  ..Lyte 94 

211  ..Addison 370 

212  ..Mrs.  Steele 371 

213  ..Logan 359 

214  ..Heginbotham 190 

215  ..AnnaL.  Waring...  280 

216  ..Doddridget 359 

217  ..  Watts 160 

218  ..Tate— Brady 371 

219  ..Addison 309 

220  313 

221  ..Watts 88 

222  370 

223  ..Watts 32 

224  ..Montgomery 32 

225  ..  Watts 91 

226  ..Montgomery 384 

227  ..Sandys  28 

2*8  ..Miltont 126 

229  .  .Tate— Brady 199 


HYMN  PAGE 

230  ..Tate— Brad;/ 173 

231  . .  Montgomery 1V6 

232  . .  Watts 338 

233  231 

234  . .  Mrs.  Steele 336 

235  ..  Watts 302 

236  ..Cowper 80 

237  ..Palmer 241 

233  ..  Watts 103 

239  ..Conder 208 

240  142 

241  ..Beddome 103 

242  ..Hervey 191 

243 178 

244 100 

245 81 

246  ..Watts 33 

247  ..C.  Wesley 178 

248  ..Watts 87 

249 193 

250  ..Doddridge 83 

251  ..  Watts 87 

252  ..Watts 92 

253  ..C.  Wesley 217 

254  ..Watts 304 

255  ..  Watts 106 

256  ..  Wardlaw 200 

257  ..Lyte 296 

253  ..  Watts 116 

259  ..Lijtc 44 

260  ..C.   Wesley. 348 

261  ..Longford 28 

262  . .  Watts 200 

263  . .  Martin  Luther. 114 

264  ..Bonar 269 

265  ..Robinson 193 

266  ..Heber 79 

267  ,    ....  200 

268  ..Tate 112 

269  ..Cawood 213 

270  ..C.  Wesley 391 

271  Ill 

272  ..Sears 221 

273  62 

274  ..Doddridge 117 

275  ..Watts 91 

276  . .  Bowring 391,  457 

277  ..  Watts 200 

278  . .  From  the  German  . .     29 

279  132 

280  ..Watts 184 

281  ..Enfield S80 

252  103 

253  ..A.  C.Coze. .........   146 

284 302 

285  ..Bache 114 

286  ..Beddome 2S6 

287  ..Watts 179 

288  ..Cowper 371 

289  ..Milman 146 

290  ..Montgomery 163 

291  ..Hart 163 

292  . .  Tappan 224 

293  . .  Suqgested  by  Gerhard  356 

294  148 

295 234 

296  . .  393 

297  '.'.Francis '.'.'.'.'.'.'.' '.'.'.'.  294 


HYMN  PA OR 

298  .  Stennett 224 

299  ..  Waits 130 

300  . .  Cowper 96 

301  ..Cowper 26 

302  Ill 

303  ..Watts 313 

304  332 

305  ..Watts 28) 

306  ..Stennett 376 

307  120 

308  ..Beddome i'3 

309  ..  Watts 1?7 

310  ..Watts 337 

311  ..Mrs.  Steele 303 

312  ..  Watts 98 

313 174 

314  ..Bonar 227 

315  ..Bonar 311 

316  ..Watts 293 

317  ..Bowring 173 

31S  ..C.  Wesley 62 

319  ..Kelly 93 

320 302 

321  105 

322 124 

323  ..Mrs.  Steele 210 

324  ..  Watts 104 

325  ..Watts 87 

326 357 

327  ..Mrs.  Steele 34 

328  . .  S.  Stennett 109 

329  ..Reed 19S 

330  ..Haweis 379 

331  ..Hammond H'6 

332  ..Stennett 40 

333  . .  Cennick 54 

334  . .  Binney 54 

335 123 

336  . .  Gregory,tr.by  Palmer  1 1 5 

337  ..  Watts 201 

333  ..Watts 112 

339  . .  Montgomery. 74 

340  144 

341   144 

342  ..Watts 376 

343 40 

344  ..Oliver 59 

345  . .  Kingsbury 400 

346 27 

347  ..Shirley 82 

348  ..Watts 165 

349  ,.C.  Wesley 53 

350  ..Watts. 81 

351  ..  Watts 60 

352  ..Waits. 93 

353  . ,  Old  Latin  Hymn. . . .  166 

354  ..Cudworth 127 

355  ..Kelly.. 374 

356  ..Doddridge 133 

357  110 

358  ..Watts, 230 

359  ..Doddridge 128 

360  ..Collyer. 166 

361   123 

362  ..C.  Wesley 64 

363  ..Tate— Brady 201 

364  . .  Montgomery 65 

365 124 


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IXDEX    TO    PAGES    OF    HTMXS, 


PAGE 

366  ,.Bathurst 124 

367  ..Conder 226 

3G3  ..C.  Wesley 94 

S69 73 

370   120 

S71  ..Bakewell 213 

372  ..S.M.   Waring 242 

373  352 

374  ..Mrs.  Steele 230 

375  . .  Mrs.  Steele 230 

376  . .  Kelly 63 

377  ..Kelly 372 

37S  ..Watts 27 

8T9  ..Duncan 113 

3-0  ..Kelln 166 

331  ..Doddridge 87 

382  166 

3S3  ..Mrs.  Steele 94 

384  ..Bonar 301 

3S5  . .  Watts 92 

386  ..Kelly 392 

3S7  ..Lyte 201 

3-8  ..Newton 364 

389  228 

390  112 

391  ..C.  Wesley 63 

392  ..Montgomery 126 

393  ..Popef 57 

394 84 

995  ..Heginbotham 142 

395  .., 202 

397  203 

398  3S6 

299  ..Bickersteth 234 

400 407 

401   23 

4<>2  ..C.  Wesley 102 

403  . .  Mrs.  Steele 252 

404  ..Zinzendorf 350 

4)5  ..Bonar 1S4 

406  105 

407  ..Kelbi 301 

4,(3  ..C.  Wesley 363 

409  ..C.  Wesley 363 

410 363 

411  ..3rrs.  Steele 196 

412  ..SirR.  Grant. 309 

413  ..Rafles 290 

414  ..Newton 204 

415  ..Macduff. 167 

416  i 2o2 

417  ..Cowper 304 

418  ..Bonar 284 

419  ..Nevin 193 

420  ..Mrs.  Steele 182 

421  ..Bonar 192 

422 56 

423  ..Reber. 351 

424  . .  Watts 214,  455 

425  ..Toplady 372 

426 219 

427 242 

423  ..H.  K.  White 122 

429  ..Fawcett 94 

430 56 

431  . .  Medley 122,  454 

432  ..Doddridge 339 

4^3  .  .Medley. 37 


ITYMK  PAGE 

434 140  | 

435  ..Mrs.  Steele 95 

436  ..Mrs.  Steele 142 

437  292  ! 

43S  ..Newton 192  | 

439 95  1 

440  ..Watts 25  | 

441  .  .Newton. 116  i 

442  ..Newton 203  ! 

443  ..Heberf 351  I 

444  ..Bonar 160  ' 

445  ..Doane S8  j 

446  ..Bonar US  I 

447  ..Reed 14S 

448  . .  Montgomery. 176 

449  ..Heber £06 

450 260 

451  ..Latin  Hymn  tr.  by 

Palmer 354 

452  ..Hart. 272 

453  ..Beddome 163 

454  . .  Browne 135 

455  ..Watts 364 


456 

..  351 

457 

.Reed 

....     66 

453 

. . . .     67 

459 

.  Mrs.  Steele. 

....  184 

460 

....  103 

461 

.0.  Wesley 

....  344 

462 

.  Watts 

....  187 

463 

.T.  Scott 

....  135 

464 

.Montgomery 

....  346 

465 

.  Watts 

. . .  .  276 

466 

.Lyte 

....  156 

467 

123 

463 

. . . .     81 

469 

....     21 

470 

408 

471 

318 

472 

.  Montgomery 

....  36S 

4(3 

82 

4"4 

145 

475 

137 

476 

145 

477 

.  Watts 

....     63 

473 

.Watts 

....  281 

479 

.Watts 

...     91 

450 

.  Sir  R.  Grant . . . 

.     92 

431 

.  Watts 

...  330 

48'>, 

.  Watts 

330 

4-3 

.  Cowper 

...     34 

484 

.  Watts 

....     SS 

485 

.  Mrs.  Steele 

...     63 

4S6 

.Watts 

...     19 

437 

.Watts. 

...  228 

483  . 

.Fawcett 

...  214 

4S9  . 

.Waits 

...  364 

490 

.Watts 

...  182 

491 

...  390 

492 

.  Watts 

...344 

493  . 

.  Watts 

....  275 

4 '4  . 

.Watte 

...  380 

495  . 

■  C.  Wesley. 

...   343 

496  . 

.Montgomery 

...  340 

497   . 

.Dwight 

...  213 

498  . 

.  Watts 

...344 

499  . 

.Wattsi 

...  286  1 

500  . 

.Watts 

. . .  320 

HYMN*  PA  CI 

POl  . .  Waft* 293 

502  ..<?.   Wesley 216 

503 : ns 

504 1S4 

505 103 

506 US 

507  113 

503  .    Watts 384 

509  . .  Mrs.  Steele 170 

510  ..Doddridge 252 

511  123,  454 

512  . .  W.  B.  Collyerf 364 

513  260 

514  ..Mrs.  Barbauld 203 

515 310 

516  ..Dobcll 272 

517  ..Allenj 

518  ..Harif 295 

519 ltO 

520  ..Haweis loO 

521  ..Thornby 152 

522  ..Knox 323 

523  199 

524  ..Boden 27S 

525  . .  Bowring 114 

526  340 

527 367 

528  ..Ncvin 3S6 

529   39 

530 313 

531  ..Mrs.  Steele 225 

532  352 

533 119 

534 162 

535  330 

536  ..Reed 294 

537  ..T.Scott 150 

533  ..Collyer. 183 

539  ..C.  Wesley 260 

540  ..Doddridgei 336 

541  ..Gregg 164 

542  ..Th.  Hastings 243 

543  ..Fawcett 320 

544  164 

545  ..C.  Wesley 246 

546  ..S.  F.  Smith 260 

547  ..Doddridge 404 

548  ..  Watts 255 

549  ..Mrs.  Steele 275 

550 314 

551  ..Bonar 194 

552  ..Watts 182 

553 140 

554  ..Newton. 348 

555  . .  Watts 236 

556  ..From  the  German..   318 

557  ..Watts 275 

558  ..Jones 148 

559  ..Charlotte  Elliott....   352 

560  ..Stennett 174 

561  ..Turner 363 

562  ..Watts 174 

563  ..C.  Wesley 340 

564  ..J.  Wesley 225 

565  ..Bonar 170 

566  ..  Watts 135 

567  . .  Cowper ?SG 

568  ..Newton. 174 


INDEX    TO    PAGES    OF    HYMNS. 


13 


HYMN 

559  .. 

570  .. 

571  •• 
57-2  .. 

573  .. 

574  .. 

575  .. 

576  .. 

577  .. 
573  .. 

579  .. 

580  •• 

551  -. 

552  .. 
583  .. 

554  .. 

555  .. 
586  .. 
5S7  .. 
583  .. 
5S9  .. 

590  .. 

591  .. 

592  .. 

593  .. 

594  .. 

595  .. 


PACK 

.   243 
..  235 


Watts 


Heber 

C.  Wesleyf. 


59T 
598 
599 
600 
6)1 
GJ2 
6)3 
604 


608 
603 

610 
611 
612 
613 
614 
015 
616 
617 
618 
619 
620 
621 
622 
623 
624 
625 
025 
627 
628 
629 
630 
631 
632 
633 
634 
635 
630 


...  243 
...  331 
...  350 
...  378 
...  27S 

C.~Westey 250 

C.  Wesley 338 

C.  Wesley 360 

Stennctt 250 

Watts 291 

C.  Wesley 213 

Mrs.  Steele 163 

Warts 175 

344 

Jlorrison 143 

235 

Watts 175 

C.  Wesley 67 

Newton 261 

Doddridget 404 

Watts 250 

Raffles 403 

C' Wesley 236 

Watts 345 

Watts 345 

Watts 345 

328 

Merrick 337 

Montgomery 2S6 

Warts 250 

H  arts 240 

Xewton 303 

349 

C  Wesley 403 

115 

254 

...  293 
...  329 


Beddome 

Mrs.  Steele.... 

.  Doddridge 54 

128 

.  Browne 251 

J.  Taylor 260 

Tate— Brady 251 

Hillhousei 165 

.Collyer 240 

.  Mrs.  Steele 175 

,  Newton 329 

,  Watts 342 

Warts 336 

.  Mrs.  Steele 251 

,  Newton 343 

C.  Wesley 341 

Bonar 261 

.Conder 246 

, 287 

Mrs.  Steele 988 

Cowper 190 

Kelly 230  j 

Watts 281  i 

.Mrs.  Steele 342  j 

C.   Wesley 216 

.Newton 246  | 

Mrs.  Torrey 254  i 

C.  Wesley 298  ' 

.C.  Wesley 364  j 

Heath 107  , 


TIYMN  PA  OB 

6:7  . .  Mrs.  Steele 290 

635     232 

639  . .  Sir  B.  Grant 369 

640  392 

641    132 

642  ..Lyte 2S1 

643  ..  Watts 69 

644  ..  Warts 228 

645  ..  Warts 331 

646  ..From  the  German...  165 

647  .  .Madame  Guyon 397 

643  ..Bobinsoni 173 

649  . .  From  the  French 218 

650  ..  Warts 77 

651  ..Byland 238 

652  . .  Montgomery 1S5 

653  ..Moir 179 

654  ..Tate— Brady 95 

655  . .  If  arts 343 

656 293 

657    .Byland 66 

653 175 

659  ..Lyte 235 

660  149 

661   334 

662  ..C.  Wesley 217 

663  265 

604  ..C.  Wesley 185 

605  .  .Mrs.  Steele 149 

606 406 

607  . .  Mrs.  Stcelef 343 

60S  ..Mrs.  Steele 55 

609  ..Tate— Brady 77 

670  . .  Cov:pcr 405 

671  ..Tate— Brady 299 

672 110 

673 180 

674  ..  Warts 55 

675  . .  Gerhard 160 

676  ..Gerhard 161 

677  . .  Montgomery 219 

678  185 

679  285 

6S0  ..Toplady 3S2 

631  . .  Swain 374 

682  ..Cotton 123 

633  ..J.  Wesley 204 

684  ..  Warts 96 

6-5  .Xavier 154 

636  ..Bernard     translated 

by  Palmer 185 

687  ..Bernard 120 

6SS  ..(?.  Du field, jr 100 

6S9  ..Palmer 338 

690  . .  Watts 130 

691 325 

692  332 

693  ..Montgomery 390 

694  140 

695  . .  Newton 232 

696 338 

697  120 

698  . .  Doddridge 220 

699 197 

700  ..Heginbotham 143 

701  . .  Toplady 206 

702  . .  Mrs.  Steele 186 

703  ..C.  Wesley 36 


ITYMN 

704  .. 

705  .. 
700  .. 
707  .. 
70S  .. 
7)9  .. 

710  .. 

711  .. 

712  .. 

713  .. 

714  -. 

715  .. 

716  .. 

717  .. 

718  .. 

719  .. 

720  .. 

721  .. 

722  .. 

723  .. 

724  .. 

725  .. 

726  .. 

727  .. 

728  .. 
7'29  .. 

730  ., 

731  ,, 

732  .. 

733  .. 

734  .. 

735  .. 
7:6  ., 
737  .. 
733  .. 


C.  Wesley. 
C.  Wesley. 
Bernard . . 


Coivper. . . 
Cowper. .. 
J.  Wesley. 


Heginbotham. 


SrCheyne. . . 
M'Cheyne. . . 

Bonar 

Boimr 

S.  F.  Smith. 
Macduff 


Toplady. . . 
Palmer... 

Baffles 

Watts 

Toplady  . . 
C.  Wesley. 
C.  Wesley. 
C.  Wesley. 
Bathurst.. 


Palmer 

MfS.  Steele... 
Newton 

Montgomery. 

Ceniiick 

Doddridge. . . 


.  T.  Scott 

.Sir  R.  Grantf. 


746 

747 


739 
I  740 

741  

742   

;  743  ..J.  Wesley... 
\  744  ..<?.  Wesley... 

745   

Bonar 

Bonar 

j  748  ..Bonar 

|  749   

I  750  ..Mrs.  Steele. 

I  751   ..Watts 

i  752  

753   

I  754  ..Watts 

755  ..Neivton 

756  ..  Warts 

I  757 .... 

|  753 

'  759  ..Hastings 

700  


761   

762  ..Lyte 

763  ..Baxter.. 
704  . .  Nevin 

765  ..Bernard. 

766  

767   

768 
769 


C.  Wesley. 
.  C.  Wesley. 
770  ..Milman.. 
Ill  


•agb 
216 
128 
121 
339 
405 
150 

66 
247 
251 
212 
373 
373 

93 
170 
313 

93 
354 
101 
355 
147 
213 
349 
196 
240 
300 
102 
196 
102 
206 
2:7 
404 

60 
149 
263 
134 
2S3 
247 
247 
362 
108 
206 
302 
379 
154 
342 
304 
141 
171 
141 
101 
125 
2S9 
248 
256 
3-4 
234 
217 
129 
331 
154 
101 
303 
237 
224 
134 
161 
232 
353 


U 


INDEX    TO    PAGES    OF    UYMXS. 


BTHH  PAGB 

772  . .  J.  Tavlor 295 

773 223,  458 

774  . .  Gallaiidet 342 

775  . .  Watte 9S 

776  403 

777   404 

773  237 

779  ..Wreford 330 

780  . .  Cowper 197 

781  . .  Conder 319 

732 270 

733  ..Medley 212 

734  ...  .  222 
785  ..................!...  134 

756  ..Doddridge 253 

757  ..C.  Wesley 20G 

733  ..Reed 324 

789   108 

790  ..Doddridgef 176 

791  121 

792 109 

793  109 

794  ..S.F.  Smith 155 

795 155 

796  . .  J.  B.  Monsell 2G3 

797  ..Watts 35 

798  ..Gregg ,  50 

799  ..Felloiosi 44 

800  ..Kirkkam 155 

SOL  ..G.N.Allen 153 

802  ..Kelly 205 

803  ..<*  Wesley 334 

804  ..Furness 265 

805  . .  Mrs.  Barbauld . , . . . .  153 

806 241 

807  . .  Bonar 232 

80S  136 

809  ..Bernard 121 

810  ..  Walls 389 

Sll   ..Watts 293 

812  ..Mrs.  Roioe 109 

813  ..Montgomery 410 

814  . .  Whittier 143 

815  ..Watts 60 

816  ..Watts 288 

817  ..Watts 236 

818  ..Newton-*.... ,.  207 

819  ..C.  Wesley.. 410 

820  . .  Watts 23S 

621  ..Watts 1S6 

822  ..Oberlin , 225 

823  ..J.  Wesley 205 

824  . .  Watts 86 

825  ..  Watts 45 

826  ..Watts 229 

8'27  . .  Montgomery 238 

823 169 

829  ..Mrs.  Cotteril 134 

850 141 

831  . . Montgomery 334 

832  ..Doddridge 104 

S33  ..  Windham 150 

834  ..Beddomc 410 

835  67 

836  ..  Wesley. 67 

637   ..Palmer 164 

8:8   261 

639  ..Mrs.  Steele 225 


TITMN  PAGE 

840  ..Watts 410 

841  . .  From  the  German. . .  40 ) 
842 ISO 

843  ..Raffles 224 

844  ..Charlotte Elliott 353 

845  .   Stowell 2S9 

846  ..Mrs.  Steele 191 

847  143 

843  . .  Beddome 237 

849  ..Greek Hymn 389 

SM)  ..Watts 365 

851  ..Watts 132 

852 105 

853  . .  Cowper 243 

854  .  .Newton 130 

855  ..Logan 319 

856  . .  Montgomery 326 

857  ..Fawcett. 194 

858  . .  Watts 221 

859  . .  Swain. .-. 153 

860  ..  Watts 46 

861  . .  Watts 252 

862  ..Lyte 207 

863  ..Watts 134 

8:»4  ..  Mrs.  Barbauld 2S9 

865  365 

866  ..Watts 243 

867 363 

863  . .  Montaomery 204 

869  . .  C.  Wesley 149 

870  ..a  Wesley 211 

871  ..C.  Wesley. 211 

872  ..Robinson 199 

873  ..Doddridge 211 

874  ..J.Taylor 369 

875  ..  Mrs.  Barbauld 171 

876  ..G.  Herbert 334 

877 259 

878  ..Bonar 57 

879  ..Bonar 57 

880  ..Doddridge 35 

831  ..Montgomery 367 

832  ..  Watts 45 

833  ..Watts 211 

884  . .  Montgomery 394 

885  ..Watts 27 

886  ..Watts 243 

887  ..Watts 77 

883  186 

8S9   . .  Watts 74 

890  ..Watts 74 

891  ..W.  Gaskell 283 

892 374 

893 106 

8r»4 20S 

895  ..Medley 156 

896  283 

897  ..Collyer 402 

898  ..C.  Wesley 375 

899  ..From  the  German...     41 

900  ..Montgomery 139 

901  . .  Mrs.  Barbauld 74 

902  ..Du field 394 

903 153 

904 265 

905  . .  Miss  E.  Fletcher. . . .  221 

906  ..Bonar 266 

907  ....  252 


'    IITMN  PAOfl 

I  903  403 

|  909  . .  Newton 1 37 

910  ..Berridge 407 

911   207 

912  207 

913  ..Coicjier 132 

914  ..Watts 266 

915  ..Watts 272 

916  ..C.  Wesley 272 

917  217 

913  ..G.  Smith 273 

919  266 

920 109 

921  ..  Watts 277 

922  ..Lyte 151 

923  ..  Waits 293 

924  ..Barton 39 

925  ..Bonar 265 

926  ..Mrs.  Steele 191 

927  . .  Coicper 332 

928  ..Bonar 2G5 

!  929  ..Charlotte  Elliott 322 

930 71 

!  931   ..Doddridge 333 

i  932  ..Darby 2S6 

!  933  ..Ann  W.  Hall 245 

934  ..Green 333 

935  ..Watts 380 

936  .  .Benjamin  Schmolk..  264 

937  ..Conder 257 

938 351 

939 320 

940  . .  Mrs.  Hemans £09 

941  ..Lyte 162 

942 279 

943  ..Edmeston 155 

944  ..Tate— Brady 229 

945  259 

946  276 

947  . .  Montgomery 1 29 

948  ..Bryant 277 

949  . .  Cowper. 377 

959  ..Bonar 264 

951  ..Logan 221 

952  ..Moore 153 

953  ..Kelly 40;J 

954  .   Watts 320 

955  ..  Watts 213 

956  ..Watts 75 

957 136 

953  ..Logan 296 

959 220 

960  ..Kent 194 

961  ..Doddridge 43 

962  ..Tate— Brady 305 

963 133 

964  . .  Cowper 172 

965  ..Toplady 203 

966  . .  Miss  Grant 172 

967  . . Miss  Grant ... 84 

963  . .  Watts ,  33 

969  ..Toplady 171 

970  ..Heginbotham 104 

971  ..Doddridge 113 

972  . .  Cowper 373 

973 157 

974  ..Watts 333 

975  ..Heginbotham 231 


INDEX    TO    PAGES    OF    HYMNS. 


15 


HYMN 

970  . 
97T  . 
97S  . 
979  . 

930  . 

931  . 

932  . 
983  . 

954  . 

955  . 

986  . 

987  . 
9SS  . 
9S9  . 
990  . 
901  , 
902 
993 
904  . 
905 
996 
907 
90S 
900 

1000 

leoi 

1002 
1003 
10  >4 
1005 
1006 
1007 
10-1S 

iooo 

1010 
I  Oil 
1012 
1013 
1014 
1015 
1016 
1017 
1018 
1019 
1020 
1021 
1022 
10-23 
1024 
1025 
1026 
1027 
1023 
1029 
1030 
1031 
1032 
1033 
1(184 
1035 
1036 
1037 
1038 
1039 
1040 
1041 
1042 
1043 


PAGE 

215 

.From  the  German. .  222 
.From  the  German. .  260 

.  Watts 15S 

302 

283 

271 

.Mrs.  Steele 115 

.  Montgomery 212 

.Heber 323 

27T 

.Bonar 201 

.Richter 202 

.Sarah  F.  Adams...  244 


HYMN 

1044 
1045   , 

1016  . 

1017  ..  Watts 

104S 

1040 
1050 
1051 


PACK   1 

Guest 400  | 

Doddridge 411  l 

: 411 

.  411 

.  400  I 

.  361 

.  329 


3S4 

306 

.  Montgomery 162 

.C.  Wesley 186 

. .  C.   Wesley 1S6  I 

.C.  Wesleyf 102  j 

252 

345 

..  Watts 34b! 

..Mrs.  Steele 101  ] 

. .  Watts 223 

. .  Zinzendorf 319  ! 

..Bonar 139     1071 

. .  Watts 

. .  M'  Cheynei. . . 

..Kelly 

. .  Watts 

. .  Davies^ , 

..Palmer 325 

..Wingrove 85 

..  Watts 328 

..Watts 326 

..Doddridge 375 

. .  Sewton 215 


1052 
1053 
1054 
1055 
1056 
1057 
1058 
1050 
1060 
1061 
1062 
1063 
1064 
1065 
1066 
1067 
1063 
1060 
1070 


249 
271 
162 
249 
147 


Wafts . 


1072 
1073 
1074 
1075 
1076 
1077 
1078 
1079 
1080 
1081 
1032 
35  I  1083 


C.    Wesley 

Montgomery 

Thomas     Aquinas, 
tr.  by  Palmer. ...  203 

Conder 101 

Siennett 183 

183 

Watts 233 

Xoel 316 

Watts 316 

Montgomery 71 

Beddome 169 

Doddridge 353 

Doddridge 3SI 

Watts 50 

32 

Montgomery 169 

Doddridge 165 

Beddome 1S3 

Davies 135 

Davies 160 

Montgomery 387 

Montgomery SSI 

85 

,  Montgomery 376 

.  Bryant 45 

108 

.  Watts 125 

.  Montgomery 29 

.Faber 393 

159 

150 

.  Watts. 308 

308 


300 


..Dwi'iht 223 

..Watts 61 

.  .Bonar 366 

. .  Tat"— Brady 405 

. .  Watts 21 2 

. .  From  the  German. .  393 

..Newton 219 

..Doddridge 56 

..Walts 23 


. .  Watts 
. .  Watts 
. .  Watts. 
. .  Watts 


1084 
1085 
1086 
1087 
10S8 
1039 
1000 
1031 
1002 
1003 
1004 
1005 
1006 
79  !  1097 
209  :  1008 


.Jane  Taylor... 

.Cle.  Alezandrinus..  354 

71 

, 405 

39 

159,  458 


.Boden... 


.Kelli 

.Bonar 385  j  1099 

.Doddridge 198  j  1100 

.Watts 72     1101 

..Logan 113     1102 

.Watts 61     1103 

.L.  Bacon 61  !  1104 

.A.  C.Coxef 346     1105 

.Montgomery 181  .  1106 

,.8.  F.  Smith 402  j  1107 

325  I  1103 

301  !  1109 

410  i  1110 


Heber 104 

Watts 125 

183 

G.  Clayton 110 

335 

190 

239 
239 

326 

339 

399 

Crosswell 1S7 

,  Doddridge 187 

Francis 218 

133 

82 
83 

215 

.G.  Burgess 231 

263 

.Heber 152 

S3 


Caroline  Seward. 
.  Yoke 


HYMN  PAOH 

1111  ..J.  S.  Dwight 401 

1112  ..Heber 257 

1113  ..  Walter  Scott 71 

1114 3'.'l 

1H5  ..L.Bacon 31 

1116  ..Tate— Brady 45 

1117  103 

1118  ..Mrs.  Steele 233 

1119  302 

1120  ..S.  F.  Smith 401 

1121  305 

1122  ..Doddridge 103 

1133  ..  Watts 7) 

1124  377 

11-25  ..Watts 81 

1126 220 

11:7  ..  Williams £03 

11CS 51 

1129  ..Watts 304 

1130  ..L.Bacon 167 

1131   1S1 

1132  ..Heber. 3^5 

1133  ..Lyte 395 

1134  ..Montgomery 210 

1135  ..  Watts 240 

1136  305 

1137  373 

1138 400 

1139  ..S.  F.  Smithi 46 

1140  ..Gaskelli 411 

1141  . .  Mrs.  Siqournci) 41 1 

1142  . .  Mrs.  Barbauldf. . . .  12T 

1143  ..Conder 1CT 

1 144  . .  Washburn 253 

1145  ..Watts 204 

1146  ..Palmer 29 

1147  ..Browne 273 

1148  ..Morrison 399 

1140  ..Watts 112 

1150  ..Wattst 125 

1151  ..Doddridgei ,     43 

1152  ..Moore 205 

1153  ..W.  B.  C.  Peabody..  150 
1154 37 

1155  . .  Montgomery 401 

1 156  . .  Doddridge 31 

1157  ..Watts 233 

1158  ..Doddridge 201 

1159  . .  Xeicton 390,  456 

1160  ..Beddome ,  341 

1161  ..a  Wcsteii 397 

1162  . .  Mrs.  Steele 337 

1163  ..  Watts 129 

1164  ..  Watts 306 

1165  ..Watts 316 

1166  ..  Watts 255 

1167  ..J.  Burton £61 

1163  2S3 

1160 311 

1170  ..  Watts 220 

1171  ..Beddome 316 

1172  ..  Watts 303 

1173 321 

1174  321 

1175  ..Dale , 157 

1176  ..Muhlenberg 323,  456 

1177  ..Malan 1-3 

1173  311 


16 


INDEX    TO    PAGES    OF    HYMNS. 


tITMX 

1179  .. 

1180  .. 

1181  .. 

1182  .. 
1133  .. 

1184  .. 
J 185  .. 

us*;  . 

11S7  ., 

1185  .. 

1183  .. 

1190  .. 

1191  . 

1192  ., 

1193  . 

1194  ., 

1195  . 

1196  .. 

1197  . 

1198  . 

1199  , 

1200  . 
1-201  . 

1202  . 

1203  . 

1204  . 

1205  . 

1206  . 

1207  . 

1208  . 

1209  . 

1210  . 

1211  . 

1212  . 

1213  . 

1214  . 

1215  . 

1216  . 


Mrs.  Steele 

From  the  German. , 
Charlotte  Elliott..., 
Hill 


PAGE 

.  369 
.  317 
147  I 
3i  »o ! 
377  ! 
235  ! 

Collyer 321 

254 

255 

189 

412 

326  ! 

116 

308 

308 

303 


Logan. 
Montgomery . 


Doddridge 

Watts 

Mrs.  Barbauld 
Mrs.  Barbauld 

Watts 

Mrs.  Mackay 305 

317 

Palmer 321  | 

Montgomery. 322 

W.  B.  C.Peabody...  327 

Wa#» 29? 

Mrs.  Steele 317 

Mrs.  Hemans 355  | 

Notker 279  j 

Mrs.  Gilbert 279 

Heber 306  i 

Dale 133 

Montgomery 314 

Mrs.  Hemans 267 

S.  F.  Smith 310 

Watts 312 

177 

Watts 317 

Collyer 310 

Montgomery. 256 

Mrs.  Gilbert 324 

, 303 


nYMH  PAGE 

1217  365 

1213  ..Heber 153 

1219  ..Doddridge 312 

1220  ..Bonar 366 

1221  . .  From  a  WelshHymn  407 

1222  ..From  a  WelshHymn  407 

1223  ..Kelly 305 

1224  ..T.R.  Taylor 244 

1225 131 

1226  ..Bonar 173 

1227  377 

1228  262 

1229  ..Watts 331 

1230 357 

1231  97 

1232  ..Lyte 99 

1233  . .  Watts 239 

1234  ..Stennett 296 

1235  . .  Walts 21 

1236  . .  Mrs.  Steele 296 

1237  ..Montgomery 382 

1238  .Cennick 361 

1239  ..Noel 239 

1240  327 

1241  ..Bonar 97 

1242  .Gibbons 93 

1243  381 

1244  ..Bonar 324 

1245  . .  Watts 97 

1246  ..Needham 346 

1247  99 

1248  ..Montgomery 282 

1249  ..Rafflesi 2S2 

1250 .- 297 

1251  ..  Watts 347 

1252  ..Watts 385 

1253  ..Doddridge 276 

1254  ,  ,Doddnd>je\ 276 


nruK  pagb 

1255  ..Tappan 55 

1256  ..C.   Wesley 2C7 

1257  ..  Watts 267 

1258  ..Mrs.  Steele 231 

1259  245 

1260  ..  Watts 215 

1261   189 

1262  ..H.  C.  von  Schwirn- 

itz 284 

1263  ..Palmer 222 

1264  151 

1265  . .  Mrs.  Steele 267 

1266  . .  Watts 297 

1207  ..Heberf 146 

1268  ..Kelly 127 

1269  ..Bonar 3S2 

1270  ..Bonar 195 

1271  ..Bonar 315 

1272  .,  Watts 89 

1273 347 

1274   . .  Watts 99 

1275 3-17 

1276  ..H.K.  White 313 

1277  205 

1278  ..  Watts 291 

1279  ..C.  Wesley 299 

1280  ..Addisont 291 

12S1   362 

1282  ..  Von  Celxtno 89 

1283  . .  Walter  Scott,  from 

Von  Celano 254 

1284  .  .Martin  Luther 403 

1285  . .  Watts 70 

1286 209 

1287  ..Newton 294 

1288  ..Doddridge 299 

1289  255 

1290  ..From  the,  German..  403 


NEW 


SABBATH  HYMN  AND  TUNE  BOOK. 


THE  OLD  HUNDREDTH.    L.  M. 


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Old  version  of  the  One  Hundredth 
Psalm. 


1  All  people  that  on  earth  do  dwell, 

Sing  to  the  Lord  with  cheerful  voice  ; 
Him  serve  with  fear,  his  praise  forth  tell, 
Come  ye  before  him  and  rejoice. 

2  The  Lord,  ye  know,  is  God  indeed, 

Without  our  aid  he  did  us  make ; 
"We  are  his  flock,  he  doth  us  feed, 
And  for  his  sheep  he  doth  us  take. 

3  Oh,  enter,  then,  his  gates  with  praise; 

Approach  with  joy  his  courts  unto ; 
Praise,  laud,  and  bless  his  name  always, 
For  it  is  seemly  so  to  do. 

4  For  why  ?  the  Lord  our  God  is  good, 

His  mercy  is  for  ever  sure  ; 
His  truth  at  all  times  firmly  stood, 
And  shall  from  age  to  age  endure. 


32. 


"  Glad  homage"— Psalm  100. 


1  With  one  consent,  let  all  the  earth, 

To  God  their  cheerful  voices  raise ; 
Glad  homage  pay,  with  awful  mirth, 
And  sing  before  him  songs  of  praise. 

2  Oh,  enter  ye  his  temple  gate, 

Thence  to  his  courts  devoutly  press : 
And  still  your  grateful  hymns  repeat. 
And  still  bis  name  with  praises  bless, 
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3  For  he  's  the  Lord,  supremely  good, 
His  mercy  is  for  ever  sure  ; 
His  truth,  which  always  firmly  stood, 
To  endless  ages  shall  endure. 


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"Enter  into  JTis  notes  with  thanksgiving." 
Psalm  loO. 

1  Ye  nations  round  the  earth,  rejoice 

Before  the  Lord,  your  sovereign  King ; 

Serve  him  with  cheerful  heart  and  voice ; 

With  all  your  tongues  his  glory  sing. 

2  The  Lord  is  God ;  't  is  he  alone 

Doth  life,  and  breath,  and  being  give : 
We  are  his  work,  and  not  our  own ; 
The  sheep  that  on  his  pastures  live. 

3  Enter  his  gates  with  songs  of  joj', 

With  praises  to  his  courts  repair ; 
And  make  it  your  divine  employ 
To  pay  your  thanks  and  honors  there. 

4  The  Lord  is  good,  the  Lord  is  kind, 

Great  is  his  grace,  his  mercy  sure ; 

And  the  whole  race  of  man  shall  find 

His  truth  from  age  to  age  endure. 


Doxology. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
The  God  whom  earth  and  heaven  ador«, 

Be  glory  as  it  was  of  old, 
Is  now,  and  shall  be  evermore  ! 


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1  How  lovely  are  thy  dwellings  fair, 

O  Lord  of  hosts  !  how  dear 
The  pleasant  tabernacles  are, 
"Where  thou  dost  dwell  so  near! 

2  My  soul  doth  long,  and,  fainting,  sigh 

Thy  courts,  O  £ord,  to  see ; 
My  heart  and  flesh  aloud  do  cry, 
O  living  God,  for  thee  ! 

S  Happy,  who  in  thy  house  reside, 
Where  thee  they  ever  praise ; 
Happy,  whose  strength  in  thee  doth  hide, 
And  in  their  hearts  thy  ways. 

4  They  journey  on  from  strength  to  strength 

With  joy  and  gladsome  cheer, 
Till  all  before  our  God  at  length 
In  Zion  do  appear. 

5  For  God  the  Lord,  both  sun  and  shield, 

Gives  grace  and  glory  bright; 
No  good" from  them  shall  be  withheld, 
Whose  ways  are  just  and  right. 

6  Lord  God  of  hosts,  who  reign'st  on  high ! 

That  man  is  truly  blest 
Who  doth  on  thee  alone  rely, 
In  thee  alone  doth  rest. 


132. 


Who,  in  the  heaven,  can  ha  compared 
unto  the  Lord?" — Psalm  S3. 

1  "Witii  reverence  let  the  saints  appear, 

And  bow  before  the  Lord; 
His  high  commands  with  reverence  hear, 
And  tremble  at  his  word. 

2  Great  God !  how  high  thy  glories  rise ! 

How  bright  thine  armies  shine ! 
"Where  is  the  power  with  thee  that  vies, 
Or  truth  compared  to  thine ! 

8  The  northern  pole,  and  southern,  rest 
On  thy  supporting  hand ; 


Darkness  and  day,  from  cast  to  west, 
Move  round  at  thy  command, 
•i  Thy  words  the  raging  winds  control, 
And  rule  the  boisterous  deep ; 

Thou  mak'st  the  sleeping  billows  roll, 
The  rolling  billows  sleep. 

5  Heaven,  earth,  and  air,  and  sea  are  thine, 

And  the  dark  world  of  hell ; 
How  did  thine  arm  in  vengeance  shine, 
"When  Egypt  durst  rebel ! 

6  Justice  and  judgment  are  thy  throne, 

Yet  wondrous  is  tlry  grace ; 
WThile  truth  and  mercy  joined  in  one, 
Invite  us  near  thy  face. 

19G."/?i  this  will  I  be  eonfid4mi.n—Taalm  46, 

1  God  is  our  refuge  and  our  strength, 
When  trouble's  hour  is  near : 
A  very  present  help  is  he ; 
Therefore  we  will  not  fear. 
3  Although  the  pillars  of  the  earth 
Shall  clean  removed  be, 
The  very  mountains  carried  forth, 
And  cast  into  the  sea  ; 

3  Although  the  waters  rage  and  swell, 
So  that  the  earth  shall  shake : 
Tea,  and  the  solid  mountain  roots 
Shall  with  the  tempest  quake; — 
•1  There  is  a  river  that  makes  glad 
The  city  of  our  God,— 
The  tabernacle's  holv  place 
Of  the  Most  High's  abode. 

5  The  Lord  is  in  the  midst  of  her ; 

Removed  she  shall  not  be, 
Because  the  Lord  our  God  himself 
Shall  help  us  speedily. 

6  The  Lord  our  strength  and  refuge  is, 

"When  trouble's  hour  is  near: 
A  very  present  help  is  he ; 
Therefore  we  will  not  fear. 


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1  0  God,  my  heart  is  fully  bent 

To  magnify  thy  name ; 
My  tongue,  with  cheerful  songs  of  praise, 
Shall  celebrate  thy  fame. 

2  Awake,  my  lute,  nor  thou,  my  harp, 

Thy  warbling  notes  delay; 
While  I,  with  early  hymns  of  joy, 
Prevent  the  dawning  day. 

3  To  all  the  listening  tribes,  0  Lord, 

Thy  wonders  I  will  tell; 
And  to  those  nations  si»g  thy  praise 
That  round  about  us  dwell ; — 

4  Because  thy  mercy's  boundless  height 

The  highest  heaven  transcends, 
And  far  beyond  th'  aspiring  clouds 
Thy  faithful  truth  extends. 

5  Be  thou,  O  God,  exalted  high 

Above  the  starry  frame ; 
And  let  the  world,  with  one  consent, 
Confess  thy  glorious  name. 


•The  Lord  sitteth  King  for  ever.' 
Psalm  29. 


126. 


1  Ye  hosts  of  heaven,  ye  mighty  ones, 

Ascribe,  with  one  accord, 
The  strength,  the  power,  the  majesty. 
To  your  almighty  Lord. 

2  Give  glory  to  his  holy  name, 

And  honor  him  alone ;     - 
In  beauty  meet  of  holiness 
Approach  his  lofty  throne. 

3  Jehovah's  voice  of  majesty 

Is  on  the  waters  wide ; 
The  God  of  glory  thundereth, 
And  on  the  seas  doth  ride. 
1  Jehovah  sits  upon  the  floods, 
And  tempests  rage  in  vain; 


Jehovah  sits  as  Sovereign  King, 
And  evermore  shall  reign. 

167.  Eternity  of  God's  Mercy.— Psalm  136. 

1  Oh,  praise  the  Lord !  for  he  is  good; 

In  him  we  rest  obtain  : 
His  mercy  has  through  ages  stood, 
And  ever  shall  remain. 

2  Let  all  the  people  of  the  Lord 

His  praises  spread  around ; 
Let  them  his  grace  and  love  record, 
Who  have  salvation  found. 

3  Now  let  the  east  in  him  rejoice, 

The  west  its  tribute  bring, 
The  north  and  south  lift  up  their  voice 
In  honor  of  their  King. 

4  Oh,  praise  the  Lord !  for  he  is  good; 

In  him  we  rest  obtain  : 
His  mercy  has  through  ages  stood, 
And  ever  shall  remain. 

486."  Oh,  how  1  love  thy  Laxo  /"—Psalm  lift 

1  Oh,  how  I  love  thy  holy  law ! 

'T  is  daily  my  delight ; 
And  thence  my  meditations  draw 
Divine  advice  by  night. 

2  My  waking  eyes  prevent  the  day 

To  meditate  thy  word ; 
My  soul  with  longing  melts  away 
To  hear  thy  gospel,  Lord. 

3  How  doth  thy  word  my  heart  engage ! 

How  well  employ  my  tongue ! 
And  in  my  tiresome  pilgrimage 
Yields  me  a  heavenly  "song. 

•A  When  nature  sinks,  and  spirits  droop, 
Thy  promises  of  grace 
Are  pillars  to  support  my  hope, 
And  there  I  write  thy  praise. 


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1  Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 
To  praise  thy  name,  give  thanks,and  sing; 
To  show  thy  love  by  morning  light, 
And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night. 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest ; 

No  mortal  cares  shall  seize  my  breast : 
Oh,  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  David's  harp  of  solemn  sound. 


3  My  heart  shall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 
And  bless  his  works,  and  bless  his  word; 
Thy  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they 

shine ! 
How  deep  thy  counsels,  how  divine ! 

4  Fools  never  raise  their  thoughts  so  high ; 
Like  brutes  they  live,  like  brutes  they  die; 
Like  grass  they  flourish,  till  thy  breath 
Blast  "them  in  everlasting  death. 


5  But  I  shall  share  a  glorious  part, 
When  grace  hath  well  refined  my  heart, 
And  fresh  supplies  of  joy  are  shed, 
Like  holy  oil,  to  cheer  my  head. 

6  Then  shall  I  see,  and  hear,  and  know 
All  I  desired  or  wished  below ; 
And  every  power  find  sweet  employ 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 


7 4."  I  heard  tJie  voice  of  a  great  multitude." 


\  1  Millions  within  thy  courts  have  met, 
Millions,  this  day,  before  thee  bowed ; 
Their  faces  Zion-ward  were  set, 
Vows  with  their  lips  to  thee  they  vowed, 
Soon  as  the  light  of  morning  broke 
O'er  island,  continent,  or  deep, 
Thy  far-spread  family  awoke, 
Sabbath,  all  round  the  world,to  keep. 


3  From  east  to  west,  the  sun  surveyed, 
From  north  to  south,  adoring  throngs ; 
And  still,  when  evening  stretched  her 

shade, 
The  stars  came  out  to  hear  their  songs. 

4  Not  angel-trumpets  sound  more  clear; 
Not  elders'  harps,  nor  seraphs'  lays, 
Tield  sweeter  music  to  thine  ear, 
Than  humble  prayer  and  thankful  praise. 


5  And  not  a  prayer,  a  tear,  a  sigh, 
Hath  failed  this  day  some  suit  to  gain ; 
To  those  in  trouble,  thou  wert  nigh : 
Not  one  hath  sought  thy  face  in  vain. 

6  Yet  one  prayer  more ! — and  be  it  one, 
In  whiclf  both  heaven  and  earth  accord ; 
Fulfill  thy  promise  to  thy  Son; 

Let  all  that  breathe  call  Jesus  Lokd  I 


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4u  J.  Praise  to  the  Trinity. 

1  Praises  to  him  who  built  the  hill? ; 
Praises  to  him  the  stream  who  fills  ; 
Praises  to  him  who  lights  each  star 
That  sparkles  in  the  blue  afar. 

2  Praises  to  him  who  wakes  the  morn, 
And  bids  it  glow  with  beams  new-born : 
"Who  draws  the  shadows  of  the  night, 
Like  curtains,  o'er  our  wearied  sight. 

3  Praises  to  him  whose  love  has  given, 
In  Christ  his  Son,  the  life  of  heaven  ; 
Who  for  our  darkness,  gives  us  light, 
And  turns  to  day  our  deepest  night. 

4  Praises  to  him  in  grace  who  came 
To  bear  our  woe  and  sin  and  shame  ; 
Who  lived  to  die,  who  died  to  rise, 
The  God-accepted  sacrifice. 

5  Praises  to  him  the  chain  who  broke, 
Opened  the  prison,  burst  the  yoke, 
Sent  forth  the  captives  glad  and  free, 
Heirs  of  an  endless  liberty. 

6  Praises  to  him  who  sheds  abroad 
Within  our  hearts  the  love  of  God, — 
The  Spirit  of  all  truth  and  peace, 
The  source  of  joy  and  holiness. 

7  To  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  now 
The  hands  we  lift,  the  knee  we  bow; 
To  God  Jehovah  thus  we  raise 

The  ransomed  sinner's  song  of  praise  ! 


K    "  Willing  rather  to  be  absent  from 
u'  the  body." 


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1  Descend  from  heaven,  immortal  Dove  ! 
Stoop  down  and  take  us  on  thy  wings ; 


And  mount,  and  bear  us  far  above 
The  reach  of  these  inferior  things, — 

2  Beyond,  beyond  this  lower  sky, 
Up  where  eternal  ages  roll, 
Where  solid  pleasures  never  die, 
And  fruits  immortal  feast  the  soul. 

3  Oh  for  a  sight,  a  pleasing  sight, 
Of  our  Almighty  Father's  throne ! 
There  sits   our  Saviour,  crowned  with 

light, 
Clothedin  a  body  like  our  own. 

4  Adoring  saints  around  him  stand, 

And  thrones  and  powers  before  him  fall : 
The  God   shines  gracious  through  the 

Man, 
And  sheds  sweet  glories  on  them  all. 

5  Oh  !  what  amazing  joys  they  feel, 
While  to  their  golden  harps"  they  sing, 
And  sit  on  every  heavenly  hill, 

And  spread  the  "triumph  of  their  King  ! 

6  When  shall  the  day,  dear  Lord,  appear, 
That  I  shall  mount  to  dwell  above ; 
And  stand  and  bow  among  them  there, 
And  view  thy  face,  and  sing,  and  love  I 


DOXOLOGT. 

Eternal  Father !  throned  above, 
Thou  Fountain  of  redeeming  love! 
Eternal  Word  !  who  left  thy  throne 
For  man's  rebellion  to  atone ; 
Eternal  Spirit,  who  dost  give 
That  grace  whereby  our  spirits  live; 
Thou  God  of  our  salvation,  be 
Eternal  praises  paid  to  thee  I 


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"J-  Lord:'— Psalm  92. 

1  Sweet  is  the  work,  O  Lord, 

Thy  glorious  acts  to  sing, 
To  praise  thy  name,  and  hear  thy  word, 
And  grateful  offerings  bring. 

2  Sweet,  at  the  dawning  light, 

Thy  boundless  love  to  tell : 
And  when  approach  the  shades  of  night, 
Still  on  the  theme  to  dwell. 

8  Sweet,  on  this  day  of  rest, 
To  join  in  heart  and  voice 
"With  those  who  love  and  serve  thee  best, 
And  in  thy  name  rejoice. 

4  To  songs  of  praise  and  joy, 

Be  every  Sabbath  given, 
That  such  may  be  our  blest  employ 
Eternally  in  heaven. 

/oZ."  TJie place  where  Thine  honor  dwelletli." 

1  How  charming  is  the  place 

Where  my  Redeemer,  God, 

Unvails  the  beauties  of  his  face, 

And  sheds  his  love  abroad ! 

2  Here,  on  the  mercy-seat, 

With  radiant  glories  crowned, 
Our  joyful  eyes  behold  him  sit, 
And  smile  on  all  around. 

5  To  him  our  prayers  and  cries 

Our  humble  souls  present ; 

He  listens  to  our  broken  sighs, 

And  grants  us  every  want. 

4.  Give  me,  0  Lord,  a  place 
Within  thy  blest  abode, 
Among  the  children  of  thy  grace, 
The  servants  of  my  God. 


4  9 .  Christ  the  Bay-star. 

1  We  lift  our  hearts  to  thee, 

Thou  Day-star  from  on  high : 
The  sun  itself  is  but  thy  shade, 
Yet  cheers  both  earth  and  sky. 

2  Oh,  let  thy  rising  beams 

Dispel  the  shades  of  night ; 
And  let  the  glories  of  thy  love, 
Come  like  the  morning  light ! 

3  How  beauteous  nature  now ! 

How  dark  and  sad  before ! — 
With  joy  we  view  the  pleasing  change, 
And  nature's  God  adore. 

4  May  we  this  life  improve, 

To  mourn  for  errors  past ; 
And  live  this  short,  revolving  day 
As  if  it  were  our  last. 


OO.        "  Welcome,  stceet  day  of  rest" 

1  Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest, 

That  saw  the  Lord  arise, 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 
And  these  rejoicing  eyes  ! 

2  The  King  himself  comes  near, 

And  feasts  his  saints  to-day ; 
Here  may  we  sit,  and  see  him  here, 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

3  One  day,  amid  the  place 

Where  my  dear  Lord  hath  been, 
Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  dajrs 
Within  the  tents  of  sin. 

4  My  willing  soul  would  stay 

In  such  a  frame  as  this, 
And  sit  and  sing  herself  away 
To  everlasting  bliss. 


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'He  shall  gather  the  Lambs  with  His 
arm*" 

1  To  praise  our  Shepherd's  care, 

His  wisdom,  love  and  might, 
Your  loudest,  loftiest  songs  prepare, 
And  bid  the  world  unite. 

2  Supremely  good  and  great, 

He  tends  bis  blood-bought  fold  : 
He  stoops,  though  throned  in  highest 
state, 
The  feeblest  to  uphold. 

3  He  hears  their  softest  plaint ; 

He  sees  them  when  they  roam  ; 
And  if  his  meanest  lamb  should  faint, 
His  bosom  bears  it  home. 

4  Kind  Shepherd  of  the  sheep ! 

A  weary  flock  are  we  ; 
And  snares  and  foes  are  nigh ;  but  keep 
The  lambs  who  look  to  thee. 

5  And  if  through  death's  dark  vale 

Our  feet  should  early  tread, 
Oh,  may  we  reach  thy  fold,  and  hail 
The  love  which  us  hath  led ! 

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1025. 


"  Tlie  mountain  of  Bis  Holiness."" 
Psalin  48. 

1  Great  is  the  Lord  our  God, 
And  let  his  praise  be  great ; 
He  makes  his  churches  his  abode, 
His  most  delightful  seat. 

3  These  temples  of  his  grace — 
How  beautiful  they  stand  ! 
The  honors  of  our  native  place, 
And  bulwarks  of  our  land. 

3  In  Zion  God  is  known, 

A  refuge  in  distress  ; 
How  bright  has  his  salvation  shone. 
Through  all  her  palaces ! 

4  Oft  have  our  fathers  told, 

Our  eyes  have  often  seen, 
How  well  our  God  secures  the  fold 
Where  his  own  sheep  have  been. 

5  In  every  new  distress, 

We  '11  to  his  house  repair, 
We  '11  think  upon  his  wondrous  grace, 
And  seek  deliverance  there. 


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54 .  "  TPeZcorae,  delightful  morn:'' 

1  Welcome,  delightful  morn, 

Thou  clay  of  sacred  rest ! 
I  hail  thy  kind  return ; — 

Lord,  make  these  moments  blest : 
From  the  low  train      I  I  soar  to  reach 
Of  mortal  toys,  |  Immortal  joys. 

2  Now  may  the  King  descend 

And  fill  his  throne  of  grace  ; 
Thy  scepter,  Lord,  extend, 

While  saints  address  thy  face  : 
Let  sinners  feel  j  And  learn  to  know 

Thy  quickening  word,  |  And  fear  the  Lord. 

3  Descend,  celestial  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quickening  powers  ; 
Disclose  a  Saviour's  love, 

And  bless  the  sacred  hours  : 
Then  shall  my  soul      I  Nor  Sabbaths  be 
New  life  obtain,  |  Enjoyed  in  vain. 

58.     "  The  day  that  God  hath  blessed." 

1  Awake,  ye  saints,  awake  ! 

And  hail  this  sacred  day ; 
In  loftiest  songs  of  praise 

Your  joyful  homage  pay : 
Come  bless  the  day  that  God  hath  blest, 
The  type  of  heaven's  eternal  rest. 

2  On  this  auspicious  morn 

The  Lord  of  life  arose ; 
He  burst  the  bars  of  death, 

And  vanquished  all  our  foes  ; 
And  now  he  pleads  our  cause  above, 
And  reaps  the  fruit  of  all  his  love. 

3  All  hail,  triumphant  Lord  T 

Heaven  with  hosannas  rings, 


And  earth  in  humbler  strains, 
Thy  praise  responsive  sings : 
Worthy  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain, 
Thro'  endless  years  to  live  and  reign. 

114.    "  Pra  ise  the  Lord  from  the  earth? 

1  Angels,  assist  to  sing 

The  honors  of  your  God ; 
Touch  every  tuneful  string, 

And  sound  his  name  abroad : 
Come,  pour  the  trembling  notes  along, 
And  swell  the  grand,  immortal  song. 

2  And  ye  of  meaner  birth, 

Your  joyful  voices  raise ; 
All  ye  who  dwell  on  earth, 

Your  great  Creator  praise  ; 
Let  loud  hosannas  joyful  rise. 
Roll  round  the  earth  and  pierce  the  skie*. 

3  Let  day  and  dusky  night, 

In  solemn  order,  join 
His  praises  to  recite, 

And  speak  his  power  divine : 
Let  every  hill,  and  every  vale, 
Re-echo  with  the  sacred  tale. 

4  Ye  winds  and  raging  seas, 

With  wild  tempestuous  roar 
Resound,  in  mightier  lays, 

His  name  from  shore  to  shore : 
Ye  thunders,  spread  his  name  abroad ; 
Ye  lightnings,  flash  before  your  God. 

5  Let  every  creature  sing 

The  honors  of  our  God ; 
Touch  every  tuneful  string, 

And  spread  his  praise  abroad : 
Come,  pour  your  trembling  notes  along, 
And  swell  the  universal  song. 


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120.  Adoration  of  the  Creator.— Psalm  14S. 

1  Ye  tribes  of  Adam,  join 

With  heaven,  and  earth,  and  seas, 
And  offer  notes  divine 
To  3Tour  Creator's  praise : 
Ye  holy  throng         I    In  worlds  of  light, 
Of  angels  bright,      |    Begin  the  song. 

2  Thou  sun,  with  dazzling  rays, 

And  moon,  that  rul'st  the  night, 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praise, 

With  stars  of  twinkling  light : 
His  power  declare,    I    And  clouds  that  fly 
Ye  floods  on  high,    j    In  empty  air. 

3  The  shining  worlds  above 

In  glorious  order  stand ; 
Or  in'swift  courses  move 

By  his  supreme  command  : 
He  spake  the  word,  I    From  nothing  came, 
And  all  their  frame  |    To  praise  the  Lord ! 

4  Ye  vapors,  hail,  and  snow, 

Praise  ye  th'  almighty  Lord ; 
And  stormy  winds  that  blow 

To  execute  his  word : 
When  lightnings  shine,  I  Let  earth  adore 
Or  thunders  roar,  |  His  hand  divine 

5  Let  all  the  nations  fear 

The  God  that  rules  above ; 
He  brings  his  people  near, 

And  makes  them  taste  his  love : 
While  earth  and  sky  I  His  saints  shall  raise 
Attempt  his  praise,   [  His  honors  high. 


■±•±0.      "  Chosen  of  God  and  precious:* 

1  Join  all  the  glorious  names 

Of  wisdom,  love,  and  power, 
That  ever  mortals  knew, 

That  angels  ever  bore : 
All  are  too  mean  to  speak  his  worth, 
Too  mean  to  set  my  Saviour  forth. 

2  Great  Prophet  of  our  God ! 

My  tongue  would  bless  thy  name ; 
By  thee  the  joyful  news 

Of  our  salvation  came  : 
The  joyful  news  of  sins  forgiven, 
Of  hell  subdued,  and  peace  with  heaven. 

3  Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 

Offered  his  bloodand  died; 
My  guilty  conscience  seeks 
No  sacrifice  beside : 
His  powerful  blood  did  once  atone, 
And  now  it  pleads  before  the  throne. 

4  O  thou  almighty  Lord ! 

My  Conqueror  and  my  King ! 
Thy  scepter  and  thy  sword, 

Thy  reigning  grace  I  sing : 
Thine  is  the  power;  behold,  I  sit, 
In  willing  bonds  beneath  thy  feet. 

Doxologt. 
To  God  the  Father's  throne 

Your  highest  honors  raise ; 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 
To  God  the  Spirit  praise : 
With  all  our  powers,  eternal  Kinnr! 
Thy  namo  we  sing,  while  faith  adores. 


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^J  /  .      "Peace  be  within  thee."1 — Psalm  122. 

1  How  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 

My  friends  devoutly  say : 
"  In  Zion  let  us  all  appear, 
And  keep  the  solemn  day." 

2  I  love  her  gates,  I  love  the  road ; 

The  church,  adorned  with  grace, 
Stands  like  a  palace,  built  for  God, 
To  show  his  milder  face. 

3  Up  to  her  courts,  with  joys  unknown, 

The  holy  tribes  repair ; 
The  Son  of  David  holds  his  throne, 
And  sits  in  judgment  there. 

4  He  hears  our  pratses  and  complaints  ; 

And,  while  his  awful  voice 
Divides  the  sinners  from  the  saints, 
We  tremble  and  rejoice. 

5  Peace  be  within  this  sacred  place, 

And  joy  a  constant  guest ! 
With  holy  gifts  and  heavenly  grace 
Be  her  attendants  blest ! 

6  My  soul  shall  pray  for  Zion  still, 

While  life  or  breath  remains : 
There  my  best  friends,  my  kindred,  dwell ; 
There  God,  my  Saviour,  reigns. 

AC\    "Say  unto  God,  ITcnc  terrible  art  Thou 
^\J.  in  f?iy  works.'1''— Psalm  66. 

1  Let  all  the  lands,  with  shouts  of  joy, 

To  God  their  voices  raise  : 
Sing  psalms  in  honor  of  his  name, 
And  spread  his  glorious  praise. 

2  And  let  them  say,  "  How  dreadful,  Lord, 

In  all  thy  works  art  thou ! 
To  thy  great  power  thy  stubborn  foes 
Shall  all  be  forced  to  bow. 

3  "  Through  all  the  earth,  the  nations  round 

Shall  thee,  their  God,  confess ; 


And  with  glad  hymns,  their  awful  dread 
Of  thy  great  name  express." 

4  Oh,  come,  behold  the  works  of  God! 

And  then  with  me  you  '11  own 
That  he  to  all  the  sons  of  men 
Hath  wondrous  judgments  shown. 

5  Let  all  the  lands,  with  shouts  of  joy, 

To  God  their  voices  raise ; 
Sing  psalms  in  honor  of  his  name, 
And  spread  his  glorious  praise. 


118. 


A  God  doing  Wonders." 


1  I  sing  th'  almighty  power  of  God, 

That  made  the  mountains  rise, 
That  spread  the  flowing  seas  abroad, 
And  built  the  lofty  skies. 

2  I  sing  the  wisdom  that  ordained 

The  sun  to  rule  the  day; 
The  moon  shines  full  at  his  command, 
And  all  the  stars  obey. 

3  I  sing  the  goodness  of  the  Lord, 

That  filled  the  earth  with  food ; 
He  formed  the  creatures  with  his  word, 
And  then  pronounced  them  good. 

4  Lord,  how  thy  wonders  are  displayed, 

Where'er  I  turn  mine  eye ; 
If  I  survey  the  ground  I  tread, 
Or  gaze  upon  the  sky ! 

5  There 's  not  a  plant  or  flower  below, 

But  makes  thy  glories  known ; 
And  clouds  arise,  and  tempests  blow, 
By  order  from  thy  throne. 

6  Creatures  that  borrow  life  from  thee 

Are  subject  to  thy  care ; 
There 's  not  a  place  where  we  can  flee. 
But  God  is  present  there. 


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0  b  O .  "  Am  la  soldier  of  the  Cross  t " 

1  Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 

A  follower  of  the  Lamb ! 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 
Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  ? 

2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 

On  flowery  beds  of  ease, 
While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
And  sailed  through  bloody  seas  ? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood? 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God? 

4  Sure  I  must  fight,  if  I  would  reign : 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord ! 
I  '11  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

5  Thy  saints,  in  all  this  glorious  war, 

Shall  conquer,  though  they  die ; 
They  view  the  triumph  from  afar, 
And  seize  it  with  their  eye. 

6  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 

And  all  thine  armies  shine 
In  robes  of  victory  through  the  skies, 
The  glory  shall  be  thine. 

t)-±  0.  Jlosanna  to  the  name  of  Christ. 

1  Now  joyful  strains  we  lift  on  high, 

Amid"  the  faithful  throng 

Of  those  who  Jesus  magnify 

In  sweet  and  holy  song. 

2  We  render  thanks,  and  bless  the  Lord, 

Who  died  our  souls  to  save ; 
Through  whom  to  heavenly  peace  re- 
stored, 
We  fear  no  more  the  grave. 

3  With  saints,  who  all  triumphantly 

In  paradise  record, 


O'er  sin  and  death,  the  victory, 
We  strike  the  silver  chord. 

4  With  angel-hosts  that  dwell  above, 

And  weave  their  golden  lays 
Around  the  throne  of  truth  and  love, 
We  glad  hosannas  raise. 

5  We  celebrate  the  glorious  name 

Of  earth's  Redeemer  King ; 
Our  tongues  aloud  his  power  proclaim, 
In  heart  his  grace  we  sing. 

0  I  O.  Christ's  Entrance  upon  His  Kingdom* 

1  Oh,  for  a  shout  of  sacred  joy 

To  God,  the  sovereign  King ! 
Let  every  land  their  tongues  employ, 
And  hymns  of  triumph  sing. 

2  Jesus,  our  God,  ascends  on  high ; 

His  heavenly  guards  around 
Attend  him  rising  through  the  sky, 
With  trumpets'  joyful  sound. 

3  While  angels  shout  and  praise  their  King, 

Let  mortals  learn  their  strains ; 
Let  all  the  earth  his  honor  sing : 
O'er  all  the  earth  he  reigns. 

4  Rehearse  his  praise  with  awe  profound 

Let  knowledge  lead  the  song; 
Nor  mock  him  with  a  solemn  sound 
Upon  a  thoughtless  tongue. 

5  Oh,  for  a  shout  of  sacred  joy 

To  God,  the  sovereign  King! 
Let  every  land  their  tongues  employ, 
And  hymns  of  triumph  sing. 

Doxologt. 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

One  God,  whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory  as  it  was,  is  now, 

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Within  the  vail ." 


1  To  thy  temple  I  repair ; 
JLord,  I  love  to  worship  there, 
When  within  the  vail  I  meet 
Thee  before  the  mercy  seat. 

2  While  thy  glorious  praise  is  sung, 
Touch  my  lips,  unloose  my  tongue ; 
That  my  joyful  soul  may  bless 
Thee,  the  Lord,  my  Righteousness. 

3  While  the  prayers  of  saints  ascend, 
God  of  love !  to  mine  attend : 
Hear  me,  for  thy  Spirit  pleads ; 
Hear,  for  Jesus  intercedes. 

4  While  I  hearken  to  thy  law, 
Fill  my  soul  with  humble  awe, 
Till  thy  gospel  bring  to  me 
Life  and  immortality. 

5  From  thine  house  when  I  return, 
May  my  heart  within  me  burn ; 
And.  at  evening  let  me  say, 

u  I  have  walked  with  God  to-day." 


*1  7  Q     Wonders  of  God's  Condescension. 
L'D-  Psalm  113. 

1  Hallelujah  !  raise,  oh,  raise 
To  our  God  the  song  of  praise : 
All  his  servants  join  to  sing, 
God,  our  Saviour  and  our  King. 

2  Blessed  be  for  evermore 

That  dread  name  which  we  adore  : 
O'er  all  nations,  God  alone, 
Higher  than  the  heavens  his  throne. 

3  Yet  to  view  the  heavens  he  bends ; 
Yea,  to  earth  he  condescends  j 
Passing  by  the  rich  and  great, 
For  the  low  and  desolate. 


4  He  can  raise  the  poor  to  stand 
With  the  princes  of  the  land ; 
Wealth  upon  the  needy  shower ;    ' 
Set  the  lowliest  high  in  power. 

5  He  the  broken  spirit  cheers, 
Turns  to  joy  the  mourner's  tears; 
Such  the  wonders  of  his  ways  : 
Praise  his  name,  for  ever  praise. 

n  2a]  .A  Song  of  Joy  in  God's  Providence. 

1  Thou,  who  dwell'st  enthroned  above ; 
Thou,  in  whom  we  live  and  move ; 
Thou,  who  art  most  great,  most  high- 
God  from  all  eternity ! 

2  Oh,  how  sweet,  how  excellent 
When  all  tongues  and  hearts  consent, 
Grateful  hearts,  and  joyful  tongues,    * 
Hymning  thee  in  tuneful  songs ! 

3  When  the  morning  paints  the  skies, 
When  the  stars  of  evening  rise, 
We  thy  praises  will  record, 
Sovereign  Ruler,  mighty  Lord! 

4  Decks  the  spring  with  flowers  the  field  ? 
Harvest  rich  doth  autumn  yield  ? 
Giver  of  all  good  below, 

Lord,  from  thee  these  blessings  flow. 

5  Sovereign  Ruler !  mighty  Lord ! 
We  thy  praises  will  record : 
Giver  of  these  blessings,  we 
Pour  the  grateful  song  to  thee. 

261.  "  T7>.e  Heavenly  theme" 

1  Now  begin  the  heavenly  theme, 
Sing  aloud  of  Jesus'  name ; 
Ye,  who  his  salvation  prove, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  love. 


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2  Mourning  souls,  dry  up  your  tears, 
Banish  all  your  guilty  fears  : 

See  your  guilt  and  curse  remove, 
Canceled  by  redeeming  love. 

3  Welcome,  all  by  sin  oppressed, 
Welcome  to  his  sacred  rest : 
Nothing  brought  him  from  above, 
Nothing  but  redeeming  love. 

4  Hither,  then,  your  music  bring, 
Strike  aloud  each  joyful  string : 
Mortals,  join  the  hosts  above, 
Join  to  praise  redeeming  love ! 


0  "7  Q    Response  to  th  e  Song  of  the  A  n  gels. 
^»0.  Luke  2. 

1  Hail  the  night,  all  hail  the  morn, 
When  the  Prince  of  Peace  was  born ! 
When,  amid  the  -wakeful  fold, 
Tidings  good  the  angel  told. 

2  Now  our  solemn  chant  we  raise 
Duly  to  the  Saviour's  praise  ; 
Now  with  carol  hymns  we  bless 
Christ  the  Lord,  our  Righteousness. 

3  While  resounds  the  joyful  cry, 
"  Glory  be  to  God  on  high, 

Peace  on  earth,  good  will  to  men !" 
Gladly  we  respond,  "Amen  !" 

4  Thus  we  greet  this  holy  day, 
Pouring  forth  our  festive  lay ; 
Thus  we  tell,  with  saintly  mirth, 
Of  Immanuel's  wondrous  birth. 

5  We  in  perfect  peace  would  live, 
We  to  God  would  glory  give : 
Lauding,  with  the  heavenly  host, 
Father,"Sou,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


1076.  Children's  Praise  to  the  Trinity. 

1  Glory  to  the  Father  give, 

God,  in  whom  we  move  and  live ! 
Children's  prayers  he  deigns  to  hear  •• 
Children's  songs  delight  his  ear. 

2  Glorv  to  the  Son  we  bring, 

Christ  our  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King ! 
Children  !  raise  your  sweetest  strain 
To  the  Lamb,  for  he  was  slain. 

3  Glory  to  the  Holy  Ghost ! 
Be  this  day  a  Pentecost ; 
Children's  minds  may  he  inspire, — 
Touch  their  tongues  with  holy  fire. 

4  Glory  in  the  highest  be 
To  the  blessed  Trinity  ! 
For  the  gospel  from  above, 

For  the  word  that  "  God  is  love." 


11  i(\     Thanksgiving  for  a  Revival  of 
_L_L*±U.  Religion. 

1  Fount  of  everlasting  love ! 

Rich  thy  streams  of  mercy  are — 
Flowing  purely  from  above, 
Beauty  marks  their  course  afar. 

2  Lo !  thy  church,  thy  garden  now 

Blooms  beneath  the  heavenly  shower; 
Sinners  feel,  and  melt,  and  bow  : 
Mild,  yet  mighty,  is  thy  power. 

3  God  of  grace,  before  thy  throne 

Here  our  warmest  thanks  we  bring ; 
Thine  the  glory,  thine  alone : 
Loudest  praise  to  thee  we  sing. 

4  Hear,  oh,  hear,  our  grateful  song ; 

Let  thy  Spirit  still  descend  ; 
Roll  the  tide  of  grace  along, 
Widening,  deepening  to'the  end. 


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9  G .    An  ancient  Hymn  of  Praise  to  God. 

1  Thee  we  adore,  eternal  Lord ! 

We  praise  thy  name  with  one  accord ; 
Thy  saints,  who  here  thy  goodness  see, 
Through  all  the  world  do  worship  thee. 

2  To  thee  aloud  all  angels  cry, 

The  heavens  and  all  the  powers  on  high  : 
Thee,  holy,  holy,  holy  King, 
Lord  God  of  hosts,  they  ever  sing. 

3  Th'  apostles  join  the  glorious  throng ; 
The  prophets  swell  th'  immortal  song : 
The  martyrs'  noble  army  raise 
Eternal  anthems  to  thy  praise. 

4  From  day  to  day,  0  Lord,  do  we 
Highly  exalt  and  honor  thee ! 
Thy  name  we  worship  and  adore, 
World  without  end,  for  evermore ! 

5  Vouchsafe,  O  Lord,  we  humbly  pray, 
To  keep  us  safe  from  sin  this  day  : 
Have  mercy,  Lord !  we  trust  in  thee ; 
Oh,  let  us  ne'er  confounded  be ! 


100.         God  exalted.— Psalm  57. 

1  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God ! 

Above  the  heavens  where  angels  dwell ; 
Thy  power  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  telL 

2  My  heart  is  fixed  ;  my  song  shall  raise 

Immortal  honors  to  thy  name : 
Awake,  my  tongue,  to  sound  his  praise, 
My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame. 

3  High  o'er  the  earth  his  mercy  reigns, 

And  reaches  to  the  utmost  sky ; 
His  truth  to  endless  years  remains, 
When  lower  worlds  dissolve  and  die. 


4  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God ! 

Above  the  heavens  where  angels  dwell ; 
Thy  power  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

lOo.  Brief  Call  to  Praise,  from.  Psalm  117. 

1  From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies, 
Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise  ; 

Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  sunsr, 
Through  every  land,  by  every  tongue. 

2  Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord ; 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word ; 

Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to 

shore, 
Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more ! 

129.  The  Glory  of  God. 

1  Come,  O  my  soul !  in  sacred  lays, 
Attempt  thy  great  Creator's  praise : 
But,  oh,  what  tongue  can  speak  his  fame ! 
What  mortal  verse  can  reach  the  theme! 

2  Enthroned  amid  the  radiant  spheres, 
He  glory,  like  a  garment  wears ; 

To  form  a  robe  of  light  divine, 

Ten  thousand  suns  around  him  shine. 

3  In  all  our  Maker's  grand  designs, 
Almighty  power,  with  wisdom,  shines ; 
His  works,  thro' all  this  wondrous  frame, 
Declare  the  glory  of  his  name. 

4  Raised  on  devotion's  lofty  wing, 
Do  thou,  my  soul,  his  glories  sing; 
And  let  his  praise  employ  thy  tongue, 
Till  listening  worlds  shall  join  the  song! 

DOXOLOGT. 

Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow ! 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below! 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ! 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ! 


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1  Jehovah  reigns  !  He  dwells  in  light, 
Girded  -with  majesty  and  might ; 
The  world,  created  by  his  hands, 
Still  on  its  iirm  foundation  stands. 

2  But  ere  this  spacious  world  was  made, 
Or  had  its  first  foundation  laid, 

Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood, 
Thyself  the  ever-living  God. 

3  Like  floods  the  angry  nations  rise, 
And  aim  their  rage  against  the  skies  : 
Vain  floods,  that  aim  their  rage  so  high! 
At  thy  rebuke  the  billosvs  die. 

4  For  ever  shall  thy  throne  endure  : 
Thy  promise  stand  for  ever  sure ; 
And  everlasting  holiness 
Becomes  the  dwelling  of  thy  grace. 

1*7K     "  0  God,  Most  hidden,  and  Most 
IUt  manifest  r 

1  What  secret  place,  what  distant  star, 

Is  like,  dread  Lord,  to  thine  abode  ? 
Why  dwellest  thou  from  us  so  far  ? 
We  yearn  for  thee,  thou  living  God ! 

2  And  will  the  hidden  God  appear? 

We  hail  thee  in  the  living  Word; 
Thy  heavenly  Majesty  draws  near, 
In  Christ,  our  brother  and  our  Lord. 

3  In  vain  we  seek  for  thine  abode ; 

And  wilt  thou  ever  to  us  come  ? 
The  Holy  Ghost,  the  mighty  God, 
Now  makes  our  souls  his  blessed  home. 

4  0  Glory  that  no  eye  can  bear ! 

0  Presence  brigrht,  our  inward  Guest ! 
0  Farthest  off!  O  Ever  near  ! 
Most  hidden  and  Most  manifest ! 


11  LO.  "So  didst  Tliou  lead  Thy  people? 

1  O  God,  beneath  thy  guiding  hand, 

Our  exiled  fathers  "crossed  the  sea  ; 
And  when  they  trod  the  wint'ry  strand, 
With    prayer    and    psalm  they  wor- 
shiped thee. 

2  Thou  heard'st,  well  pleased,  the  song, 

the  prayer : 
Thy  blessing  came  ;  and  still  its  power 
Shall  onward  through  all  ages  bear 
The  memory  of  that  holy  hour. 

3  Laws,  freedom,  truth,  and  faith  in  God 

Came  with  those  exiles  o'er  the  waves  ; 
And  where  their  pilgrim  feet  have  trod, 
The  God  they  trusted  guards  their 
graves. 

4  And  here  thy  name,  0  God  of  love, 

Their  children's  children  shall  adore, 
Till  these  eternal  hills  remove, 
And  spring  adorns  the  earth  no  more. 

1 1 00.  "Still  ice  are  guarded  by  our  God.'''' 

1  Great  God!  we  sing  that  mighty  hand, 
By  which  supported  still  we  stand  : 
The  opening  year  thy  mercy  shows ; 
That  mercy  crowns  it  till  it"  close. 

2  By  day,  by  night,  at  home,  abroad, 

Still  we  are  guarded  by  our  God  ; 
By  his  incessant  b<funty  fed, 
By  his  unerring  counsel  led. 

3  With  grateful  hearts  the  past  we  own ; 
The  future,  all  to  us  unknown, 

We  to  thy  guardian  care  commit, 
And  peaceful  leave  before  thy  feet. 

4  In  scenes  exalted  or  depressed, 

Be  thou  our  joy,  and  thou  our  rest ; 
Thy  goodness  all  our  hopes  shall  raise, 
Adored  through  all  our  changing  days. 


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29.     "The  city  of  our  God:"— Psalm  122. 

1  Glad  was  my  heart  to  hear 

My  old  companions  say  : 
"  Come,  in  the  house  of  God  appear, 
For  't  is  a  holy  day." 

2  Our  willing  feet  shall  stand 

Within  the  temple-door, 
While  young  and  old,  in  many  a  band, 
Shall  throng  the  sacred  floor. 

8  Thither  the  tribes  repair, 

Where  all  are  wont  to  meet, 
And  joyful  in  the  house  of  prayer 
Bend  at  the  mercy-seat. 

4  Pray  for  Jerusalem, 

The  city  of  our  God  : 
The  Lord  from  heaven  be  kind  to  them 
That  love  the  dear  abode. 

5  Within  these  walls  may  peace 

And  harmony  be  found ! 
Zion  !  in  all  thy  palaces, 
Prosperity  abound ! 

6  For  friends  and  brethren  dear, 

Our  prayer  shall  never  cease ; 
Oft  as  they  meet  for  worship  here, 
God  send  his  people  peace  ! 

9  9  Q      •'  Bless  the  Lord,  0  my  soul." 
AAO.  Psalm  103. 

1  Oh,  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul ! 
Let  all  within  me  join, 
And  aid  my  tongue  to  bless  his  name, 
Whose  favors  are  divine. 


2  Oh,  bless  the  Lord,  my  sou] ! 

Nor  let  his  mercies  He 
Forgotten  in  unthankfulness, 
And  without  praises  die. 

3  'T  is  he  forgives  thy  sins; 

'T  is  he  relieves  thy  pain ; 
'T  is  he  that  heals  thy  sicknesses, 
And  makes  thee  young  again. 

4  He  crowns  thy  life  with  love, 

When  ransomed  from  the  grave; 
He  who  redeemed  my  soul  from  hell, 
Hath  sovereign  power  to  save. 

5  He  fills  the  poor  with  good  : 

He  gives  the  sufferers  rest : 
The  Lord  hath  judgments  for  the  proud, 
And  justice  for  th'  oppressed. 

6  His  wondrous  works  and  ways 

He  made  by  Moses  known  ; 
But  sent  the  world  his  truth  and  grace 
By  his  beloved  Son. 


9 O  A     "  And  all  that  is  tfifhin  me  bless  JUe 

££^. .  hoiy  Wame."— Psalm  103. 

1  Oh,  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul ! 

His  grace  to  thee  proclaim ; 
And  all  that  is  within  me  join 
To  bless  his  holy  name. 

2  Oh,  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul ! 

His  mercies  bear  in  mind ; 
Forget  not  all  his  benefits  : 
The  Lord  to  thee  is  kind. 


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S  He  will  not  always  chide  : 
He  will  with  patience  wait : 
His  wrath  is  ever  slow  to  rise, 
And  ready  to  abate. 

4  He  pardons  all  thy  sins, 

Prolongs  thy  feeble  breath ; 
He  healeth  thy  infirmities, 
And  ransoms  thee  from  death. 

5  He  clothes  thee  with  his  love, 

Upholds  thee  with  his  truth ; 
Then,  like  the  eagle,  he  renews 
The  vigor  of  thy  youth. 

6  Then  bless  his  holy  name, 

Whose  grace  hath  made  thee  whole  ; 
Whose  loving  kindness  crowns  thy  days 
Oh,  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul ! 


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Jade  24,  25. 


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1  To  God,  the  only  wise, 

Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 
Let  all  the  saints  below  the  skies 
Their  humble  praises  bring. 

2  'T  is  his  almighty  love, 

His  couusel  and  his  care, 
Preserves  us  safe  from  sin  and  death, 
And  every  hurtful  snare. 

3  He  will  present  our  souls, 

Unblemished  and  complete, 
Before  the  glory  of  his  face, 
With  joys  divinely  great. 

4  Then  all  the  chosen  seed 

Shall  meet  around  the  throne, 

Shall  bless  the  conduct  of  his  grace 

And  make  his  wonders  known. 

5  To  our  Redeemer,  God, 

Wisdom  and  power  belong, 
Immortal  crowns  of  majesty, 
And  everlasting  song. 

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J  0  O.  "  Rejoicing  in  hope." 

1  Come,  we  who  love  the  Lord, 

And  let  our  joys  be  known ; 
Join  in  a  song  of  sweet  accord, 
And  thus  surround  the  throne. 

2  Let  those  refuse  to  sing 

Who  never  knew  our  God  ; 
But  favorites  of  the  heavenly  King 
May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 

3  The  men  of  grace  have  found 

Glory  begun  below ; 
Celestial  fruits  on  earthly  ground 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow. 

4  The  hill  of  Zion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets 
Before  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields, 
Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 

5  Then  let  our  songs  abound, 

And  every  tear  be  dry ; 
We  're  marching  through  Immanuel's 
ground 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 


Brief  Ascription  of  Praise,  from 
Psalm  117. 


102. 

1  Thy  name,  almighty  Lord, 

Shall  sound  through  distant  lands ; 
Great  is  thy  grace,  and  sure  thy  word ; 
Thy  truth  for  ever  stands. 

2  Far  be  thine  honor  spread, 

And  long  thy  praise  endure, 
Till  morning  light  and  evening  shade 
Shall  be  exchanged  no  more. 

Doxologt. 
To  God,  the  Father,  Son, 

And  Spirit,  glory  be, 
As  was,  and  is,  and  shall  remain 
Through  all  eternity ! 


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OQ    "  This  is  the  day  which  the  Lord  hath 
!"*»■  made:'—  Psalm  US. 

1  This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made ; 

He  calls  the  hours  his  own  : 
Let  heaven  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad, 
And  praise  surround  the  throne. 

2  To-day  he  rose,  and  left  the  dead, 

And  Satan's  empire  fell ; 
To-day  the  saints  his  triumph  spread, 
And  ail  his  wonders  tell. 

3  Hosanna  to  th'  anointed  King, 

To  David's  holy  Son  : 
Help  us,  O  Lord !  descend  and  bring 
Salvation  from  thy  throne. 

4  Blest  be  the  Lord  who  comes  to  men 

With  messages  of  grace ; 
Who  comes  in  God  his  Father's  name, 
To  save  our  sinful  race. 

5  Hosanna  in  the  highest  strains 

The  church  on  earth  can  raise ; 
The  highest  heavens,  in  Avhichhe  reigns, 
Shall  give  him  nobler  praise. 

OU."  Come,  see  the  place  tcherethe  Lord  lay." 

1  Again  the  Lord  of  life  and  light 

Awakes  the  kindling  ray, 
Unseals  the  eyelids  of  the  morn, 
And  pours  refulgent  day. 

2  Oh,  what  a  night  was  that  which  wrapt 

A  guilt3r  world  in  gloom ! 
Oh,  what  a  Sun,  which  broke  this  day, 
Triumphant  from  the  tomb ! 

3  This  day  be  grateful  homage  paid, 

And  loud  hosannas  sung ; 
Let  gladness  dwell  in  every  heart, 
And  praise  on  every  tongue. 

4  Ten  thousand  thousand  lips  shall  join 

To  hail  this  happy  morn, 


Which  scatters  blessings  from  its  wing3 
On  nations  yet  unborn. 

oA  (  .  "  The  unsearchable  riches  of  Christ:* 

1  To  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name 

Awake  the  sacred  song ; 
Oh,  may  his  love — immortal  flame ! — 
Tune  every  heart  and  tongue. 

2  His  love,  what  mortal  thought  can  reach! 

What  mortal  tongue  display ! 
Imagination's  utmost  stretch 
In  wonder  dies  away. 

3  Dear  Lord,  while  we,  adoring,  pay 

Our  humble  thanks  to  thee, 

May  every  heart  with  rapture  say, 

"  The  Saviour  died  for  me  !" 

4  Oh,  may  the  sweet,  the  blissful  theme, 

Fill  every  heart  and  tongue  ! 
Till  strangers  love  thy  charming  name, 
And  join  the  sacred  song. 

483.     Tlie  Bible  the  L  icjht  of  the  World. 

1  A  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page, 

Majestic,  like  the  sun  : 
It  gives  a  light  to  every  a^e ; 
It  gives,  but  borrows  none. 

2  The  hand  that  gave  it  still  supplies 

The  gracious  light  and  heat : 
Its  truths  upon  tlie  nations  rise ; 
They  rise,  but  never  set. 

3  Let  everlasting  thanks  be  thine 

For  such  a  Slight  display, 
As  makes  a  world  of  darkness  shine 
With  beams  of  heavenly  day. 

4  My  soul  rejoices  to  pursue 

The  steps  of  him  I  love, 
Till  slory  breaks  upon  my  view 
In  brighter  worlds  above  ! 


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lot*  2  Tim.  1 :  12. 

1  I  'm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord, 

Or  to  defend  his  cause ; 
Maintain  the  honor  of  his  word, 
The  glory  of  his  cross. 

2  Jesus,  my  God ! — I  know  his  name — 

His  name  is  all  my  trust ; 
Nor  will  he  put  my  soul  to  shame, 
Nor  let  my  hope  be  lost. 

3  Firm  as  his  throne  his  promise  stands, 

And  he  can  well  secure 
What  I  've  committed  to  his  hands, 
Till  the  decisive  hour. 

4  Then  will  he  own  my  worthless  name 

Before  his  Father's  face, 

And  in  the  new  Jerusalem 

Appoint  my  soul  a  place. 

880.  Tlie  Heaven ly  Race. 

1  Awake,  my  soul !  stretch  every  nerve, 

And  press  with  vigor  on : 
A  heavenly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 
A  bright,  immortal  crown. 

2  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around 

Hold  thee  in  full  survey ; 

Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 

And  onward  urge  thy  way. 

8  'Tis  God's  all  animating  voice, 
That  calls  thee  from  on  high ; 
'Tis  his  own  hand  presents  the  prize 
To  thine  aspiring  eye, — 

4  That  prize  with  peerless  glories  bright, 

Which  shall  new  luster  boast, 
When  victor's  wreaths  and  monarch's 
£ems 
Shall  blend  in  common  dust. 

5  Blest  Saviour,  introduced  by  thee, 

Have  I  my  race  begun ; 


And,  crowned  with  victory,  at  thy  feet 
I  '11  lay  my  honors  down. 

1  HI  (\    "  Blessed  is  he  whose  transgrescion  is 
±U±U.  forgiven."1 

1  Salvation!  oh,  the  joyful  sound! 

'Tis  pleasure  to  our  ears  ; 
A  sovereign  balm  for  every  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

2  Buried  in  sorrow  and  in  sin, 

At  hell's  dark  door  sve  lay; 
But  we  arise  by  grace  divine, 
To  see  a  heavenly  day. 

3  Salvation  !  let  the  echo  fly 

The  spacious  earth  around, 

While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 

Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 

1  AOQ  "  Salvation  will  God  appoint  for  walls 
L U-j O .     and  bulwarks.1"— Isaiah  26 :  1—6. 

1  How  honored  is  the  sacred  place, 

Where  we  adoring  stand — 
Zion !  the  glory  of  the  earth, 
And  beauty  of  the  land ! 

2  Bulwarks  of  mighty  grace  defend 

The  city  where  we  dwell : 
The  walls,  of  strong  salvation  made, 
Defy  th'  assaults  of  hell. 

3  Lift  up  the  everlasting  gates, 

The  doors  wide  open  fling; 
Enter,  ye  nations  that  obey 
The  statutes  of  our  King. 

4  Here  shall  you  taste  uamingled  joy**, 

And  live  in  perfect  peace ; 
You  who  have  known  Jehovah's  name, 
And  ventured  on  his  grace. 

5  Trust  in  the  Lord ;  for  ever  trust, 

And  banish  all  your  fears : 
Strength  in  the  Lord  Jehovah  dwells, 
Eternal  as  his  years. 


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Kf\      "  (?«/•  ftrf  slwll  stand  within  thy  gates, 
°  u  •  '0  Jerusalem."— Psalm  122. 

1  The  festal  mora,  my  God,  is  come, 
That  calls  me  to  thy  sacred  dome, 

Thy  presence  to  adore : 
My  feet  the  summons  shall  attend, 
With  willing  steps  thy  courts  ascend, 

And  tread  the  hallowed  floor. 

2  With  holy  joy  I  hail  the  day 

That  warns  my  thirsting  soul  away 

To  dwell  among  the  blest ! 
For,  lo !  my  great  Redeemer's  power 
Unfolds  the  everlasting  door, 

And  leads  me  to  his  rest ! 

3  Hither,  from  earth's  remotest  end, 
Lo !  the  redeemed  of  God  ascend, 

Their  tribute  hither  bring: 
Here,  crowned  with  everlasting  joy, 
In  hymns  of  praise  their  tongues  employ, 

And  hail  tlr  immortal  King. 

117.  There  is  a  God, 

1  I  sing  of  God,— the  world  he  made, 
The  glorious  light,  the  soothing  shade; 

Dale,  plain,  and  grove,  and  hill; 
The  wide  and  fathomless  abyss, 
Where  nature  joys  in  secret  bliss, 
And  wisdom  hides  her  skill. 
£  "  Tell  them,  I  am,"  Jehovah  said : 
The  listening  earth  did  hear  in  dread; 

And,  smitten  to  the  heart, 
At  once,  above,  beneath,  around, 
AT  nature,  without  voice  or  sound, 
Replied,  "  O  Lord,  Thou  art  !" 


t  0  O .        Tlie  Fullness  of  CJirists  Love. 

1  O  love  divine,  how  sweet  thou  art ! 
When  shall  I  tind  my  willing  heart "" 

All  taken  up  by  thee  ? 
I  thirst,  I  faint,  I  die  to  prove 
The  greatness  of  redeeming  love, — 

The  love  of  Christ  to  me. 

2  Stronger  his  love  than  death  or  hell : 
No  mortal  can  its  riches  tell, 

Nor  first-born  sons  of  light : 
In  vain  they  long  its  depths  to  see; 
They  can  not  reach  the  mystery, — 

The  length,  the  breadth,  the  height. 

3  God  only  knows  the  love  of  God ; 
Oh  that  it  now  were  shed  abroad 

In  this  poor,  stony  heart ! 
For  love  I  sigh,  for  love  I  pine ; 
This  only  portion,  Lord,  be  mine — 

Be  mine  this  better  part. 

4  Oh  that  I  could  for  ever  sit 

In  transport  at  my  Saviour's  feet ! 

Be  this  my  happy  choice; 
Mv  only  care,  delight,  and  bliss, 
My  joy,  my  heaven  on  earth,  be  this, 

To  hear  my  Saviour's  voice. 

Doxology. 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
The  God,  whom  heaven's  triumphant  host 

And  saints  on  earth  adore, 
Be  glory  as  in  ages  past, 
Is  now,  and  shall  for  ever  last, 

When  time  shall  be  no  more! 


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1  Oh,  could  I  speak  the  matchless  -worth, 
Oh,  could  I  sound  the  glories  forth 

Which  in  my  Saviour  shine  ! 
I  'd  soar,  and  touch  the  heavenly  strings, 
And  vie  with  Gabriel,  while  he  sings, 
In  notes  almost  divine. 


2  I  'd  sing  the  precious  blood  he  spilt, 
My  ransom  from  the  dreadful  guilt 

Of  sin  and  wrath  divine  : 
I  'd  sing  his  glorious  righteousness, 
In  which  all  perfect,  heavenly  dress, 

My  soul  shall  ever  shine. 

8  I'd  sing  the  characters  he  bears, 
And  all  the  forms  of  love  he  wears, 

Exalted  on  his  throne  : 
In  loftiest  songs  of  sweetest  praise, 
I  would  to  everlasting  days 

Make  all  his  glories  known. 


4  Well,  the  delightful  day  will  come 
When  my  dear  Lord  will  bring  me  home, 

And  I  shall  see  his  face  ; 
Then  with  my  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend, 
A  blest  eternity  I  '11  spend, 

Triumphant  in  his  grace. 


1154.  "  TJie  earth  is  full  of  Tfaj  riches." 

1  Thy  mighty  working,  mighty  God  ! 
Wakes  all  my  powers  ;  I  look  abroad, 

And  can  no  longer  rest ; 
I,  too,  must  sing  when  all  things  sing. 
And  from  my  heart  the  praises  ring 

The  Highest  loveth  best. 


2  If  thou,  in  thy  great  love  to  us, 
Wilt  scatter  joy  and  beauty  thus 

O'er  this  poor  earth  of  ours  ; 
What  nobler  glories  shall  be  given 
Hereafter  in  thy  shining  heaven, 

Set  round  with  golden  towers  ! 

3  What  thrilling  joy,  when  on  our  sight 
Christ's  garden  beams  in  cloudless  light 

Where  all  the  air  is  sweet ; 
Still  laden  with  th'  unwearied  hymn 
From  all  the  thousand  seraphim 

Who  God's  high  praise  repeat ! 


4  Oh,  were  I  there !  oh  that  I  now 

Before  thy  throne,  my  God,  could  bow, 

And  bear  my  heavenly  palm  ! 
Then,  like  the  angels,  would  I  raise 
My  voice,  and  sing  thine  endless  praise 

In  many  a  sweet-toned  psalm. 


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1 0. "  Peace  he  within  thy  w  a  Us."— Psalm  122. 

1  With  joy  we  hail  the  sacred  day 

Which  God  hath  called  his  own  ; 
With  joy  the  summons  we  obey 
To  worship  at  his  throne. 

2  Thy  chosen  temple,  Lord,  how  fair! 

Where  willing  votaries  throng 
To  breathe  the  humble,  fervent  prayer, 
And  pour  the  choral  song. 

8  Spirit  of  grace!  Oh,  deign  to  dwell 
Within  thy  church  below; 
Make  her  in  holiness  excel, 
With  pure  devotion  glow. 

4  Let  peace  within  her  walls  be  found  ; 

Let  all  her  sons  unite 
To  spread,  with  grateful  zeal,  around 
Her  clear  and  shining  light. 

5  Great  God,  we  hail  the  sacred  day 

Which  thou  hast  called  thine  own : 
With  joy  the  summons  we  obey 
To  worship  at  thy  throne. 


0  A  "  One  thing  have  T  desired  of  the  Lord. 
6V.  psa]m  27. 

1  The  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light, 

And  my  salvation,  too  ; 
God  is  my  strength,  nor  will  I  fear 
What  all  my  foes  can  do. 

2  One  privilege  my  heart  desires ; 

Oh,  grant  me  an  abode 
Among  the  churches  of  thy  saints, 
The  temples  of  my  God! 

\  There  shall  I  offer  my  requests, 
And  see  thy  beauty  still ; 
Shall  hear  thy  messages  of  love, 
And  there  inquire  thy  will 


4  When  troubles  rise,  and  storms  appear, 

There  may  his  children  hide  ; 
God  has  a  strong  pavilion,  where 
He  makes  my  soul  abide. 

5  Now  shall  my  head  be  lifted  high 

Above  my  foes  around ; 
And  songs  of  joy  and  victory 
Within  thy  temple  sound. 

AO    "  My  voice  shalt  Thou  hear  in  the  mom* 
^°-  ingr— Psalm  5. 

1  Lord  !  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear 

My  voice  ascending  high  ; 
To  thee  will  I  direct  my  prayer, 
To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye  ; 

2  Up  to  the  hills  where  Christ  is  gone, 

To  plead  for  all  his  saints, 
Presenting  at  his  Father's  throne 
Our  songs  and  our  complaints. 

3  Thou  art  a  God  before  whose  sight 

The  wicked  shall  not  stand  ; 

Sinners  shall  ne'er  be  thy  delight, 

Nor  dwell  at  thy  right"  hand. 

4  But  to  thy  house  will  I  resort, 

To  taste  thy  mercies  there; 
I  will  frequent  thy  holy  court, 
And  worship  in  thy  fear. 


5  Oh 


2,  may  thy  Spirit  guide  my 
In  ways  of  righteousness ! 


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Make  every  path  of  duty  straight, 
And  plain  before  my  face. 


445. 


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Life:'— John  14:  6. 
1  Thou  art  the  Way :  to  thee  alone 
From  sin  and  death  we  flee ; 
And  he  who  would  the  Father  seek, 
Must  seek  him,  Lord,  by  thee. 


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2  Thou  art  the  Truth  :  thy  word  alone 

True  wisdom  cau  impart ; 
Thou  only  canst  instruct  the  mind, 
And  purify  the  heart. 

3  Thou  art  the  Life :  the  rending  tomb 

Proclaims  thy  conquering  arm  ; 
And  those  who  put  their  trust  in  thee 
Nor  death  nor  hell  shall  harm. 

4  Thou  art  the  Way,  the  Truth,  the  Life  : 

Grant  us  to  know  that  Way ; 
That  Truth  to  keep,  that  Life  to  win, 
Which  leads  to  endless  day. 

529.    "  Come  to  the  Ark?— Gen.  7:  1. 

1  Come  to  the  ark,  come  to  the  ark  ; 

To  Jesus  come  away  ; 
The  pestilence  walks  forth  by  night, 
The  arrow  flies  by  day. 

2  Come  to  the  ark :  the  waters  rise, 

The  seas  their  billows  rear ; 
While  darkness  gathers  o'er  the  skies, 
Behold  a  refuge  near ! 

3  Come  to  the  ark,  all,  all  that  weep 

Beneath  the  sense  of  sin : 
Without,  deep  calleth  unto  deep, 
But  all  is  peace  within. 

4  Come  to  the  ark,  ere  yet  the  flood 

Your  lingering  steps  oppose ; 
Come,  for  the  door,  which  open  stood, 
Is  now  about  to  close. 

924.  "  WalJc  in  the  light."—!  John  1 :  7. 
1  Walk  in  the  lisrht !  so  shalt  thou  know 

That  fellowship  of  love 
His  Spirit  only  can  bestow, 

Who  reigns'in  light  above. 


2  Walk  in  the  light !  and  thou  shalt  own 

Thy  darkness  passed  away, 
Because  that  light  on  thee  hath  shone 
In  which  is  perfect  day. 

3  Walk  in  the  light !  and  ev'n  the  tomb 

No  fearful  shade  shall  wear : 
Glory  shall  chase  away  its  gloom, 
For  Christ  hath  conquered  there  ! 

4  Walk  in  the  light !  and  thine  shall  be 

A  path,  though  thorny,  bright ; 
For  God,  by  grace,  shall  dwell  in  thee, 
And  God  himself  is  light ! 

1 0  O  7 .  The  liappy  Home. 

1  Happy  the  home,  when  God  is  there, 

And  love  fills  every  breast ; 
Where  one  their  wish,  and  one  their 
prayer, 
And  one  their  heavenly  rest. 

2  Happy  the  home  where  Jesus'  name 

Is  sweet  to  every  ear ; 
Where  children  early  lisp  his  fame, 
And  parents  hold  him  dear. 

3  Happy  the  home  where  prayer  is  heard, 

And  praise  is  wont  to  rise ; 
Where  parents  love  the  sacred  word, 
And  live  but  for  the  skies. 

4  Lord  !  let  us  in  our  homes  agree, 

This  blessed  peace  to  gain  ; 
Unite  our  hearts  in  love  to  thee, 
And  love  to  all  will  reign. 

Doxology. 
Let  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit,  be  adored, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him 
known, 
Or  saints  to  love  the  Lord ! 


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*1  ft  Q  "  CM,  grzre  thanks  unto  the  God  of  gods 
J-UO.  Psalm  13G. 

1  Give  thanks  to  God  most  high, 

The  universal  Lord, 

The  sovereign  King  of  kings  ; 

And  be  his  name  adored : 

Thy  mercy,  Lord,      I  And  ever  sure 

Shall  still  endure ;     |  Abides  thy  word. 


2  How  mighty  is  his  hand ! 

What  wonders  hath  he  done ! 
He  formed  the  earth  and  seas, 
And  spread  the  heavens  alone : 
His  power  and  grace  I  And  let  his  name 
Are  still  the  same ;    |  Have  endless  praise. 


3  He  saw  the  nations  lie 
All  perishing  in  sin ; 
And  pitied  the  sad  state 
The  ruined  world  was  in : 
Thy  mercy,  Lord,      I  And  ever  sure 
Shall  still  endure  ;     |  Abides  thy  word. 


4  He  sent  his  only  Son 

To  save  us  from  our  woe, 
From  Satan,  sin,  and  death, 
And  every  hurtful  foe : 
His  power  and  grace  I  And  let  his  name 
Are  still  the  same ;    |  Have  endless  praise. 


5  Give  thanks  aloud  to  God, 

To  God,  the  heavenly  King ; 
And  let  the  spacious  earth 

His  works  and  glories  sing : 
Thy  mercy,  Lord,      j  And  ever  sure 
Shall  still  endure ;     |  Abides  thy  word. 


Q  A  Q       Response  to  the  "  Xew  Song."" 
O^O.  Eev.  5. 

1  Shall  hymns  of  grateful  love 

Thro'  heaven's  high  arches  ring, 
And  all  the  hosts  above 

Their  songs  of  triumph  sing ; 
And  shall  not  we  take  up  the  strain, 
And  send  the  echo  back  again  ? 


2  Shall  they  adore  the  Lord, 

Who  bought  them  with  his  blood, 
And  all  thelove  record 

That  led  them  home  to  God ; 
And  shall  not  we  take  up  the  strain, 
And  send  the  echo  back  again  ? 


3  Oh,  spread  the  joyful  sound ! 

The  Saviour's  love  proclaim ; 
And  publish  all  around 

Salvation  through  his  name : 
Till  all  the  world  take  up  the  strain, 
And  send  the  echo  back  again  ! 


332.  "  Tlie  Debt  of  Love." 

1  Come,  every  pious  heart 

That  loves  the  Saviour's  name, 
Tour  noblest  powers  exert 
To  celebrate  his  fame : 
Tell  all  above,  and  all  below, 
The  debt  of  love  to  him  you  owe. 


2  He  left  his  etnrry  crown, 

And  laid  his  robes  aside ; 
On  wings  of  love  came  down, 

And  wept,  and  bled,  and  died ! 
What  he  endured,  oh,  who  can  tell  ? 
To  save  our  souls  from  death  and  hell  I 


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3  From  the  dark  grave  he  rose, 

The  mansion  of  the  dead ; 

And  thence  his  mighty  foes 

In  glorious  triumph  led  : 

Up  thro'  the  sky  the  Conqueror  rode, 

And  reigns  on  hi2;h,  the  Saviour-God. 


4  From  thence  he  '11  quickly  come- 
His  chariot  will  not  stay — 
And  bear  our  spirits  home 
To  realms  of  endless  day: 
There  shall  we  see  his  lovely  face, 
And  ever  be  in  his  embrace. 


9*7    "  Holy,  holy,  holy.  Lord  God  Almighty. 
••  Rev.  15:8,  4. 

1  0  holt,  holy  Lord, 

Creation's  sovereign  King, 
Thy  majesty  adored, 
Let  all  thy  creatures  sing : 
Who  wast,  and  art,    I  Nor  time  shall  see 
And  art  to  be ;  |  Thy  sway  depart. 


2  Great  are  thy  works  of  praise, 
O  God  of  boundless  might ! 
All  just  and  true  thy  ways, 
Thou  King  of  saints  in  light ! 
Let  all  above,  I  Conspire  to  show 

And  all  below,  |  Thy  power  and  love. 


3  "Who  shall  not  fear  thee,  Lord ! 

And  magnify  thy  name  ? 

Thy  judgments  sent  abroad 

Thy  holiness  proclaim : 

Nations  shall  throng  I  And  thee  adore, 

From  every  shore,      |  In  holy  song. 


4  While  all  the  powers  on  high 
Their  swelling  chorus  raise, 
Let  earth  and  man  reply, 
And  echo  back  thy  praise  : 
Thy  glory  own,         I  God  ever  blest, 
First,  last,  and  best,  |  And  God  alone  ! 


1  CO  "/7e  is  clothed  icWi  majesty." 

-1-00*  Psalm  93. 

1  The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns ; 
His  throne  is  built  on  high ; 
The  garments  he  assumes 
Are  light  and  majesty : 
His  glories  shine  with  beams  so  bright, 
No  mortal  eye  can  bear  the  sight. 


2  The  thunders  of  his  hand 

Keep  the  wide  world  in  awe ; 
His  wrath  and  justice  stand 
To  guard  his  holy  law; 
And  where  his  love  resolves  to  bless, 
His  truth  confirms  and  seals  the  grace. 


3  Through  all  his  ancient  works 
Surprising  wisdom  shines, 
Confounds  the  powers  of  hell, 
And  breaks  their  curs'd  designs; 
Strong  is  his  arm,  and  shall  fulfill 
His  great  decrees,  his  sovereign  will. 


4  And  can  this  mighty  King 
Of  glory  condescend? 
And  will  he  write  his  name, 
"  My  Father  and  my  Friend?'* 
I  love  his  name ;  I  love  his  word: 
Join,  all  my  powers,  and  praise  the  Lord 


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1  Far  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world,  be- 

gone! 
Let  my  religious  hours  alone : 
Fain  would  mine  eyes  my  Saviour  see ; 
I  wait  a  visit,  Lord,  from  thee. 

2  My  heart  grows  warm  with  holy  fire, 
And  kindles  with  a  pure  desire : 
Gome,  my  dear  Jesus !  from  above, 
And  feed  my  soul  with  heavenly  love. 

S  Blest  Saviour!  what  delicious  fare, 
How  sweet  thine  entertainments  are  ! 
Never  did  angels  taste,  above, 
Redeeming  grace  and  dying  love. 

4  Hail,  great  Immanuel,  all  divine! 
In  thee  thy  Father's  glories  shine: 
Thou  brightest,  sweetest,  fairest  One 
That  eyes  have  seen,  or  angels  known ! 

45.*     "  Thou  art  my  God:'— Psalm  63. 

1  Great  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim  ; 

Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest; 
The  glories  that  compose  thy  name 
Stand  all  engaged  to  make  me  blest. 

2  Thou  great  and  good,  thou  just  and  wise, 

Thou  art  my  Father  and  my  God ; 
And  I  am  thine,  by  sacred  ties — 
Thy  son,  thy  servant  bought  with  blood. 

3  With  heart  and  eyes,  and  lifted  hands, 

For  thee  I  long,  to  thee  I  look ; 
As  travelers,  in  thirsty  lands, 
Pant  for  the  cooling  water  brook. 

4  With  early  feet  I  love  t'  appear 

Among  thy  saints,  and  seek  thy  face ; 
Oft  have  I  seen  thy  glory  there, 
And  felt  the  power  of  sovereign  grace. 

5  I  '11  lift  my  hands,  I  '11  raise  my  voice, 

While  I  have  breath  to  pray  or  praise ; 

This  work  shall  make  my  heart  rejoice, 

And  cheer  the  remnant  of  my  days. 


68.  "  Abide  with  us.n 

1  Sun  of  my  soul !  thou  Saviour  dear. 
It  is  not  night  if  thou  be  near : 

Oh,  may  no  earth-born  cloud  arise 
To  hide  thee  from  thy  servant's  eyes  L 

2  When  soft  the  dews  of  kindly  sleep 
My  wearied  eyelids  gently  steep, 

Be  my  last  thought,— how  sweet  to  rest 
For  ever  on  my  Saviour's  breast ! 

3  Abide  with  me  from  morn  till  eve> 
For  without  thee  I  can  not  live  ; 
Abide  with  me  when  night  is  nigh, 
For  without  thee  I  dare  not  die. 

4  Be  near  to  bless  me  when  I  wake, 
Ere  through  the  world  my  way  I  take ; 
Abide  with  me  till  in  thy  love 

I  lose  myself  in  heaven  above. 

n£  "  J  will  ooth  lay  me  down  in  peace  and 
sleep:1 

1  Thus  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on ; 

Thus  far  his  power  prolongs  my  days  ; 
And  every  evening  shall  make  known 
Some  fresh  memorial  of  his  grace. 
3  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  waste, 
And  I,  perhaps,  am  near  my  home ; 
But  he  forgives  my  follies  past : 
He  gives  me  strength  for  days  to  come. 

3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep ; 

Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head ; 
While  well-appointed  angels  keep 
Their  watchful  stations  round  my  bed 

4  Faith  in  thy  name  forbids  my  fear ; 

Oh,  may  thy  presence  ne'er  depart  I 
And  in  the  morning  make  me  hear 
The  love  and  kindness  of  thy  heart. 

5  Thus,  when  the  night  of  death  shall  come, 

My  flesh  shall  rest  beneath  the  ground, 
And  wait  thy  voice  to  rouse  my  tomb, 
With  sweet  salvation  in  the  sound. 


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1  The  Lord !  how  wondrous  are  his  ways! 
How  firm   his   truth!    how    large    his 

grace ! 
He  takes  his  mercy  for  his  throne, 
And  thence  he  makes  his  glories  known. 

2  Not  half  so  high  his  power  hath  spread 
The  starry  heavens  above  our  head, 
As  his  rich  love  exceeds  our  praise, 
Exceeds  the  highest  hopes  we  raise. 

3  Not  half  so  far  has  nature  placed 
The  rising  morning  from  the  west, 
As  his  forgiving  grace  removes 
The  daily  guilt  of  those  he  loves. 

4  How  slowly  doth  his  wrath  arise  ! 
On  swifter  wings  salvation  flies  : 
Or,  if  he  lets  his  anger  burn, 
How  soon  his  frowns  to  pity  turn ! 

5  His  everlasting  love  is  sure 

To  all  his  saints,  and  shall  endure ; 
From  age  to  age  his  truth  shall  reign, 
Nor  children's  children  hope  in  vain. 

0  (\~\    "  While  I  live,  tcill  I  praise  the  Lord.'1'' 
J  u  -1-  •  Psalm  146. 

1  God  of  my  life!  through  all  my  days 
My   grateful    powers   shall    sound   thy 

praise  ; 
The  song  shall  wake  with  opening  light, 
And  warble  to  the  silent  night. 

2  When  anxious  care  would  break  my  rest, 
Andgriefwouldtearmythrobbingbreast, 
Thy  tuneful  praises  raised  on  high, 
Shall  check  the  murmur  and  the  sigh. 


3  When  death  o'er  nature  shall  prevail, 
And  all  my  powers  of  language  fail, 
Joy  through  my  swimming  eyes  shall 

break, 
And  mean  the  thanks  I  can  not  speak. 

4  But,  oh !  when  that  last  conflict 's  o'er, 
And  I  am  chained  to  flesh  no  more, 
With  what  glad  accents  shall  I  rise 

To  join  the  music  of  the  skies ! 

J__LoJL.  love  of  God  seen  in  the  Seasons. 

1  Our  Helper,  God  !  we  bless  thy  name, 
The  same  thy  power,  thy  grace  the  same ; 
The  tokens  of  thy  loving  care 

Open  and  crown  and  close  the  year. 

2  Amid  ten  thousand  snares  we  stand, 
Supported  by  thy  guardian  hand  ; 
And  see,  when  we  survey  our  ways, 
Ten  thousand  monuments  of  praise. 

3  Thus  far  thine  arm  hath  led  us  on  ; 
Thus  far  we  make  thy  mercy  known  ; 
And,  while  we  tread  this  desert  land, 
New  mercies  shall  new  songs  demand. 

4  Our  grateful  souls  on  Jordan's  shore 
Shall  raise  one  sacred  pillar  more  ; 
Then  bear,  in  thy  bright  courts  above, 
Inscriptions  of  immortal  love. 

Doxologt. 

Praise  God,  from  whom  all   blessings 

flow ! 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below ! 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host.! 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ! 


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0  J .    The,  Bay  of  Christ's  Resurrection. 

1  Blest  morning !  whose  young  dawning 

rays 
Beheld  our  rising  God ; 
That  saw  him  triumph  o'er  the  dust, 
And  leave  his  dark  abode. 

2  In  the  cold  prison  of  a  tomb 

The  great  Redeemer  lay, 
Till  the  revolving  skies  had  brought 
The  third,  th'  appointed  day. 

8  Hell  and  the  grave  unite  their  force 
To  hold  our  God,  in  vain ; 
The  sleeping  Conqueror  arose, 
And  burst  their  feeble  chain. 

4  To  thy  great  name,  almighty  Lord, 

These  sacred  hours  we  pay ; 
And  loud  hosannas  shall  proclaim 
The  triumph  of  the  day. 

5  Salvation  and  immortal  praise 

To  our  victorious  King ! 
Let  heaven,  and  earth,  and  rocks,and  seas, 
With  glad  hosannas  ring. 

170.  Condescension  of  God. — Psalm  8. 

1  O  thou,  to  whom  all  creatures  bow 

Within  this  earthly  frame, 
Through  all  the  world,  how  great  art  thou! 
How  glorious  is  thy  name ! 

2  When  heaven,  thy  beauteous  work  on 

high, 
Employs  my  wondering  sight ; 
The  moon  that  nightly  rules  the  sky, 
With  stars  of  feebler  light ; — 

8  Lord,  what  is  man,  that  thou  shouldst 
deign 
To  bear  him  in  thy  mind ! 
Or  what  his  race,  that  thou  shouldst  prove 
To  them  so  wondrous  kind ! 


4  O  thou,  to  whom  all  creatures  bow, 
Within  this  earthly  frame, 
Through  all  the  world,  how  great  art 
thou ! 
How  glorious  is  thy  name ! 

2  09.       "  Lo  !  I  come.'"— Psalm  40. 

1  O  Lord,  how  infinite  thy  love ! 

How  wondrous  are  thy  ways  ! 
Let  earth  beneath,  and  heaven  above, 
Combine  to  sing  thy  praise. 

2  Man  in  immortal  beauty  shone, 

Thy  noblest  work  below ; 
Too  soon  by  sin  made  heir  alone 
To  death  and  endless  woe. 

3  Then,  "  Lo !  I  come,"  the  Saviour  said ; 

Oh,  be  his  name  adored, 
Who,  with  his  blood,  our  ransom  paid, 
And  life  and  bliss  restored ! 

4  O  Lord,  how  infinite  thy  love ! 

How  wondrous  are  thy  waj's ! 
Let  earth  beneath,  and  heaven  above, 
Combine  to  sing  thy  praise. 

70  0  "  Iam  noi  ashamed  of  the  gospel  of 
'  JtJ.  Christ." 

1  Dear  Lord,  and  will  thy  pardoning  love 

Embrace  a  wretch  so  vile '? 
Wilt  thou  my  load  of  guilt  remove, 
And  bless  me  with  thy  smile  ? 

2  Hast  thou  the  cross  for  me  endured, 

And  suffered  all  my  shame  ? 

And  shall  I  be  ashamed,  O  Lord, 

To  own  thy  precious  name  ? 

3  No,  Lord,  I  'in  not  ashamed  of  thee, 

Nor  of  thy  cross  and  death : 
Oh,  do  not  be  ashamed  of  me, 
When  I  resign  my  breath ! 

-£  Be  thou  my  Shield,  be  thou  my  Sun; 
Oh,  guide  me  all  my  days ; 


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In  thy  delightful  ways. 

C9^)  "-And  Twill  praise  Tliy  name  for  ever 

1  Long  as  I  live,  I  '11  bless  thy  name, 

My  King,  my  God  of  love ; 
My  work  and  joy  shall  be  the  same 
In  the  bright  world  above. 

2  Great  is  the  Lord,  his  power  unknown, 

Oh,  let  his  praise  be  great ! 
I  '11  sing  the  honors  of  thy  throne ; 
Thy  works  of  grace  repeat. 

3  Thy  grace  shall  dwell  upon  my  tongue ; 

And  while  my  lips  rejoice, 
The  men  who  hear  my  sacred  song, 
Shall  join  their  cheerful  voice. 

4  Fathers  to  sons  shall  teach  thy  name, 

And  children  learn  thy  ways : 

Ages  to  come  thy  truth  proclaim, 

And  nations  sound  thy  praise. 

CQ9  "Neither  shall  any  man  jiluck  them  out 

00  *        of  my  hand."— John  10  :  28. 

1  Firm  as  the  earth  thy  Gospel  stands, 

My  Lord,  my  Hope,  my  Trust ! 
If  I  am  found  in  Jesus'  hands, 
My  soul  can  ne'er  be  lost. 

2  His  honor  is  engaged  to  save 

The  meanest  of  "his  sheep ; 
All  whom  his  heavenly  Father  gave 
His  hands  securely  keep. 

3  Nor  death  nor  hell  shall  e'er  remove 

His  favorites  from  his  breast; 
Safe  in  the  bosom  of  his  love 
They  must  for  ever  rest. 

1 U 7  6 ."  Thou  and  the  ark  of  Tliy  strength:"1 
1  0  thou  whose  own  vast  temple  stands, 
Built  over  earth  and  sea, 


Accept  the  walls  that  human  hands 
Have  raised  to  worship  thee ! 

2  Lord,  from  thine  inmost  glory  send, 

Within  these  courts  to  bide, 
The  peace  that  dwelleth  without  end 
Serenely  by  thy  side  ! 

3  May  erring  minds  that  worship  here 

Be  taught  the  better  way ; 
And  they  who  mourn,  and  they  who  fear, 
Be  strengthened  as  they  pray. 

4  May  faith  grow  firm,  and  love  grow 

warm, 
And  pure  devotion  rise, 
While  round  these  hallowed  walls  the 
storm 
Of  earth-bom  passion  dies. 


Our  fathers  have  told  us"— Psalm  44. 


111G.« 

1  O  Lord,  our  fathers  oft  have  told, 

In  our  attentive  ears, 
Thy  wonders  in  their  days  performed, 
And  elder  times  than  theirs. 

2  For,  not  their  courage,  n.or  their  sword 

To  them  salvation  gave ; 
Nor  strength  that  from  unequal  force 
Their  fainting  troops  could  save. 

3  But  thy  right  hand  and  powerful  arm, 

Whose  succor  they  implored; 
Thy  presence  with  the  chosen  race, 
Who  thy  great  name  adored. 

4  As  thee,  their  God,  our  fathers  owned, 

Thou  art  our  sovereign  King : 
Oh,  therefore,  as  thou  didst  to  them, 
To  us  deliverance  bring ! 

5  To  thee  the  triumph  we  ascribe, 

From  whom  the  conquest  came; 
In  God  we  will  rejoice  nil  day, 
And  ever  bless  thy  name, 


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Psalm  122. 


1  TTow  pleased  and  blest  was  I 
To  hear  the  people  cry, 

"Come,  let  us  seek  our  God  to-day!" 
Yes,  with  a  cheerful  zeal 
We  haste  to  Zion's  hill, 

And  there  our  vows  and  honors  pay. 


2  Zion,  thrice  happy  place, 

Adorned  with  wondrous  grace, 

And  wulls  of  strength  embrace  thee  round! 
In  thee  our  tribes  appear 
To  pray,  and  praise,  and  hear 

The  sacred  Gospel's  joyful  sound. 


3  May  peace  attend  thy  gate, 
And  joy  within  thee  wait 

To  bless  the  soul  of  every  guest : 

The  man  who  seeks  thy  peace, 
And  wishes  thine  increase, 

A  thousand  blessings  on  him  rest ! 


4  My  tongue  repeats  her  vows, 
"Pence  to  this  sacred  house!" 

For  here  my  friends  and  kindred  dwell; 
And  since  my  glorious  God 
Makes  thee  his  blest  abode, 

My  soul  shall  ever  love  thee  well. 


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1  Jehovah  reigns? 


1  Trra  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 
And  royal  state  maintains, 
His  head  with  awful  glories  crowned: 


Arrayed  in  robes  of  light, 
Begirt  with  sovereign  might, 

And  rays  of  majesty  around. 

2  Upheld  by  thy  commands, 
The  world  securely  stands, 

And  skies  and  stars  obey  thy  word: 
Thy  throne  was  fixed  on  high 
Before  the  starry  sky: 

Eternal  is  thy  kingdom,' Lord! 

3  Let  floods  and  nations  rage, 
And  all  their  powers  engage  ; 

Let  swelling  tides  assault  the  sky: 
The  terrors  of  thy  frown 
Shall  beat  their  madness  down : 

Thy  throne  for  ever  stands  on  high. 

4  Thy  promises  are  true; 
Thy  grace  is  ever  new; 

There  fixed,  thy  church  shall  ne'er  remove: 

Thy  saints',  with  holy  fear, 

Shall  in  thy  courts  appear, 
And  sing  thine  everlasting  love. 

8G0.   Christian  Concord.— Psalm  133. 

1  How  pleasant  'tis  to  see 
Kindred  and  friends  agree; — 

Each  in  his  proper  station  move, 
And  each  fulfill  his  part, 

With  sympathizing  heart, 
In  all  the  cares  of  life  and  love! 

2  Like  fruitful  showers  of  rain. 
That  water  all  the  plain, 

Descending  from  the  neighboring  hills, 
Such  streams  of  pleasure  roll 
Through  every  friendly  soul, 

Where  love,  like  heavenly  dew,  distills. 


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[  1  (\     "Praise  tf€  TThn.  all  Ills  hosts." 
L±U.  Psalinl48. 

L  Begi>~,  my  soul,  th'  exalted  lay  ; 
Let  each  enraptured  thought  obey, 

And  praise  th'  Almighty's  name  : 
Lo !  heaven  and  earth,  and  seas  andskies, 
In  one  melodious  concert  rise, 

To  swell  th'  inspiring  theme. 

!  Ye  angels,  catch  the  thrilling  sound, 
While  all  th'  adoring  throngs  around 

His  boundless  mercy  sing  : 
Let  even-  listening  saint  above 
Wake  all  the  tuneful  soul  of  love, 

And  touch  the  sweetest  string. 

!  Let  even*  element  rejoice  ; 
Ye  thunders,  burst  with  awful  voice 

To  him  who  bids  you  roll : 
His  praise  in  softer  notes  declare, 
Each  whispering  breeze  of  yielding  air, 
And  breathe  it  to  the  soul. 

Wake,  all  ye  soaring  throngs,  and  sing  ; 
Ye  feathered  warblers  of  the  spring, 

Harmonious  anthems  raise 
To  him  who  shaped  your  finer  mold, 
Who  tipped  your  glittering  wings  with 

sold, 
And  tuned  your  voice  to  praise. 

>  Let  man,  by  nobler  passions  swayed, 
Let  man,  in  God's  own  image  made, 
His  breath  in  praise  employ ; 


Spread  wide  his  Maker's  name  around, 
While  heaven's  broad  arch  rings  back 
the  sound, — 
The  song  of  holy  J03- ! 

oJJ.    Battle-Son g  of  the  Reformation. 
1  Fear  not,  0  little  flock,  the  foe 
Who  madly  seeks  your  overthrow  ; 

Dread  not  his  rage  and  power : 
What    tho'    your  "courage    sometimes 

faints  ! 
This  seeming  triumph  o'er  God's  saints 
Lasts  but  a  little  hour. 

'1  Fear  not !  be  strong !  your  cause  belongs 
To  him  who  can  avenge  your  wrongs; 

Leave  all  to  him,  your  Lord: 
Though  hidden  yet  from  mortal  eyes, 
Salvation  shall  for  you  arise  : 

He  girdeth  on  his  sword  ! 

3  As  sure  as  God's  own  promise  stand*, 
Xot  earth,  nor  hell,  with  all  their  bands, 

Against  us  shall  prevail : 
The"  Lord  shall   mock  them  from  his 

throne ; 
God  is  with  us,  we  are  his  own  ; 
Our  vict'ry  can  not  fail ! 

i  Amen  !  Lord  Jesus,  grant  our  prayer : 
Great  Captain  !  now  thine  arm  make  bare, 

Thy  church  with  strength  defend  : 
So  shall  ail  saint-  and  martyrs  raise 
AJoyfnl  chorus  to  thy  praise, 
Through  ages  without  end ! 


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1  0Q    "  To-day,  if  ye  will  hear  His  voice." 
J-VtF.  Psalm  95. 

1  Come,  let  our  voices  join  to  raise 
A  sacred  song  of  solemn  praise  : 
God  is  a  sovereign  King  ;  rehearse 
His  honors  in  exalted  verse. 

2  Come,  let  our  souls  address  the  Lord, 
Who  framed  our  natures  with  his  word : 
He  is  our  Shepherd,  we  the  sheep 

His  mercy  chose,  his  pastures  keep. 

3  Come,  let  us  hear  his  voice  to-day  ; 
The  counsels  of  his  love  obey ; 
Nor  let  our  hardened  hearts  renew 
The  sins  and  plagues  that  Israel  knew. 

4  Seize  the  kind  promise  while  it  waits, 
And  march  to  Zion's  heavenly  gates  : 
Believe,  and  take  the  promised  rest ; 
Obey,  and  be  for  ever  blest. 

m"  While  Hive  will  I  praise  the  Lord." 
Psalm  146. 

1  Praise  ye  the  Lord !  my  heart  shall  join 
In  work  so  pleasant,  so  divine  : 

My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  passed, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last. 

2  Happy  the  man,  whose  hopes  rely 
On  Israel's  God:  he  made  the  sky, 
And  earth,  and  seas,  with  all  their  train ; 
And  none  shall  find  his  promise  vain. 

2  His  truth  for  ever  stands  secure  ; 
He  saves  th'  oppressed,  he  feeds  the  poor ; 
He  helps  the  stranger  in  distress, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherless. 

4.  He  loves  his  saints,  he  knows  them  well, 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell : 
Thy  God,  O  Zion,  ever  reigns  ; 
Praise  him  in  everlasting  strains. 

"I  KA    "  Oh,  that  men  woidd  praise  the  Lord 
4- v*±.       for  His  goodness  P — Psalm  107. 

1  Give  thanks  to  God  ;  he  reigns  above  ; 
Jiod  arc  kio  thoughts,  his,  name  Is  love  : 


His  mercy  ages  past  have  known, 
And  ages  long  to  come  shall  own. 

2  Let  the  redeemed  of  the  Lord 
The  wonders  of  his  grace  record ; 
Israel,  the  nation,  whom  he  chose, 
And  rescued  from  their  mighty  foes. 

3  He  feeds  and  clothes  us  all  the  way, 
He  guides  our  footsteps  lest  we  stray; 
He  guards  us  with  a  powerful  hand, 
And  brings  us  to  the  heavenly  land. 

4  Oh,  let  the  saints  with  joy  record 
The  truth  and  goodness  of  the  Lord! 
How  great  his  works !  how  kind  his  ways! 
Let  every  tongue  pronounce  his  praise. 


1  K7    Providence  and  Grace  of  God. 
-LOl.  Psalm  36. 


1  High  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God ! 

Thy  goodness  in  full  glory  shines ; 

Thy  truth  shall  break  thro'  every  cloud 

That  vails  and  darkens  thy  designs. 

2  For  ever  firm  thy  justice  stands, 

As  mountains  their  foundations  keep: 
Wise  are  the  wonders  of  thy  hands ; 
Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep. 

3  My  God,  how  excellent  thy  grace  ! 

Whence    all    our  hope  and  comfort 
springs ; 
The  sons  of  Adam,  in  distress, 
Fly  to  the  shadow  of  thy  wings. 

4  From  the  provisions  of  thy  house 

We  shall  be  fed  with  sweet  repast ; 
There,  mercy,  like  a  river,  flows, 
And  brings  salvation  to  our  taste. 

5  Life,  like  a  fountain,  rich  and  free, 

Springs  from  the  presence  of  my  Lord ; 
And  in  thy  light  our  souls  shall  see 
The  glories  promised  in  thy  word. 


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4  b.  Tlie  Morning  Sacrifice. 

1  Awake,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 
Thy  daily  stage  of  duty  run  ; 
Shake  off  dull  sloth,  and  joyful  rise 
To  pay  thy  morning  sacrifice. 

2  Awake,  lift  up  thyself,  my  heart, 
And  with  the  angels  bear  thy  part, 
Who  all  night  long  unwearied  sing 
High  praises  to  th'  eternal  King. 

3  Glory  to  thee,  who  safe  hast  kept, 
And  hast  refreshed  me  while  I  slept ; 

Grant,  Lord,  when  I  from  death  shall  wake, 
I  may  of  endless  life  partake. 

4  Lord,  I  my  vows  to  thee  renew : 
Scatter  my  sins  as  morning  dew ; 
Guard  my  first  springs  of  thouirht  aud  will, 
And  with  thyself  niy  spirit  fill. 

5  Direct,  control,  suggest,  this  day, 
All  I  design,  or  do~  or  say  ; 

That  all  my  powers,  with  all  their  might, 
In  thy  sole  glory  may  unite. 

Pj  X      "  Hide  me  under  Vie  shadoio  of  TJiy 
V<J.  icings."1 

1  Glory  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light : 
Keep  me,  oh,  keep  me,  King  of  kings, 
Beneath  the  shadow  of  thy  wings. 

2  Forgive  me,  Lord  !  thro'  thy  dear  Son, 
The  ill  which  I  this  day  have  done; 
That  with  the  world,  myself,  and  thee, 
I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

3  Teach  me  to  live  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed ; 
Teach  me  to  die,  that  so  I  may 
Rise  glorious  at  thy  judgment  day. 

I  Be  thou  my  guardian  while  I  sleep, 
Thy  watchful  station  near  me  keep  ; 
My  heart  with  love  celestial  fill. 
And  guard  me  from  th'  approach  of  ill. 


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5  Lord,  let  my  soul  for  ever  share 
The  bliss  of  thy  paternal  care  ! 

'T  is  heaven  on  earth,  'tis  heaven  above, 
To  see  thy  face,  and  sing  thy  love. 

6  Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow ; 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below ; 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

0  /  .        "  Bid  its  all  depart  in. peace." 

1  Dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing,  Lord ; 
Help  us  to  feed  upon. thy  word  ; 
All  that  has  been  amiss,  forgive, 
And  let  thy  truth  within  us  live. 

2 Though  we  are  guilty,  thou  art  good: 
Wash  all  our  works  in  Jesus'  blood ; 
Give  every  burdened  soul  release, 
And  bid  us  all  depart  in  peace. 

IpA      "  Sloio  to  anger,  and  plenteous  in 
lOU.  mercy."— Psalm  103. 

lMr  soul,  inspired  with  sacred  love, 
God's  holy  name  for  ever  bless  ! 
Of  all  his  favors  mindful  prove, 
And  still  thy  grateful  thanks  express. 

2  The  Lord  abounds  with  tender  love, 

And  unexampled  acts  of  grace ; 
His  wakened  wrath  doth  slowly  move, 
His  willing  mercy  flies  apace. 

3  As  high  as  heaven  its  arch  extends 

Above  this  little  spot  of  clay, 
So  much  his  boundless  grace  transcends 
The  best  obedience  we  can  pay. 

4  As  far  as  't  is  from  east  to  west, 

So  far  has  he  our  sins  removed, 
Who,  with  a  father's  tender  breast, 
Has  such  as  fear  him  always  loved. 

5  Let  every  creature  join  to  bless 

The  mighty  Lord !  and  thou,  my  heart, 
With  grateful  joy  thy  thanks  express, 
And  in  this  concert  bear  thy  port. 


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At7.  whole  earth." — Psalm  4S. 

1  Fab  as  thy  name  is  known, 

The  world  declares  thy  praise  ; 
Thy  saints,  O  Lord,  before  thy  throne, 
Their  songs  of  honor  raise. 

2  With  joy  thy  people  stand 

On  Zion's  chosen  hill, 
Proclaim  the  wonders  of  thy  hand, 
And  counsels  of  thy  will. 

3  Let  strangers  walk  around 

The  city  where  we  dwell, 
Compass  and  view  thine  holy  ground, 
And  mark  the  building  well — 

4  The  order  of  thy  house, 

The  worship  of  thy  court, 
The  cheerful  songs,  "the  solemn  vows ; 
And  make  a  fair  report. 

5  How  decent,  and  how  wise! 

How  glorious  to  behold ! 
Beyond  the  pomp  that  charms  the  eyes, 
And  rites  adorned  with  gold. 

6  The  God  we  worship  now 

Will  guide  us  till  we  die  ; 
Will  be  our  God,  while  here  below, 
And  ours  above  the  sky. 

T  ft  A  9  " Ilowbeautiful upon,  the  mountains." 
lUO-i.  Isaiah  52:  7. 

1  How  beauteous  are  their  feet 

Who  stand  on  Zion's  hill ! 
Who  bring  salvation  on  their  tongues, 
And  Avords  of  peace  reveal. 

2  How  charming  is  their  voice ! 

How  sAveet  the  tidings  are  ! — 

"  Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour  King! 

He  reigns  and  triumphs  here." 

£  How  happy  are  our  ears, 

That  hear  this  joyful  sound, 


Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for, 
And  sought,  but  never  found ! 

4  Hoav  blessed  are  our  eyes, 

That  see  this  heavenly  light ! 
Prophets  and  kings  desired  it  long, 
But  died  without  the  sight. 

5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 

And  tuneful  notes  employ  ; 
Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs, 
And  deserts  learn  the  joy. 

6  The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm 

Through  all  the  earth  abroad : 
Let  every  nation  now  behold 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 

1  fi9  7     u  Tlie  Headstone  of  the  comer." 
-LU-J<-  Psalm  US. 

1  See  what  a  living  stone 

The  builders  did  refuse  ! 
Yet  God  hath  built  his  church  thereon, 
In  spite  of  em-ious  JeAvs. 

2  The  scribe  and  angry  priest 

Reject  thine  only  Son ; 
Yet  on  this  rock  shall  Zion  rest, 
As  the  chief  corner-stone. 

3  The  work,  O  Lord,  is  thine, 

And  wondrous  in  our  eyes : 
This  day  declares  it  all  divine ; 
This  day  did  Jesus  rise. 

4  This  is  the  glorious  day 

That  our  Redeemer  made  : 
Let  us  rejoice,  and  sinir,  and  pray ; 
Let  all  the  church  be"  glad. 

5  Hosnnna  to  the  King, 

Of  David's  royal  blood  ! 
Bless  him,  ye  saints  !  he  comes  tobrin^ 
Salvation  from  your  God. 

6  We  bless  thine  holy  Avord, 

Which  all  this  grace  displays, 
And  offer  on  thine  altar,  Lord, 
Our  sacrifice  of  praise. 


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o7.  God  present  eteryichere. 
God  of  almighty  power, 

How  glorious  are  thy  ways! 
Angels  thy  majesty  adore, 

All  creatures  speak  thy  praise. 

Wherever  earth  is  fair, 

Or  brighter  worlds  extend, 
Almighty  Sovereign  !  thou  art  there, 

Creation's  Lord  and  Friend. 

And  where  the  stars  are  not, 

Nor  sun  hath  ever  shone, 
Beyond  the  flight  of  human  thought, 

There  thou  art  God  alone. 

Heaven  is  thy  glorious  throne, 

Earth  does  thy  footstool  seem  ; 
But  souls  redeemed  thou  lov'st  to  own 

Thy  richer  diadem. 
And,  while  they  bless  thy  name, 

Hell  trembles  at  thy  rod : 
Earth,  heaven,  and  hell,  thy  power  pro- 
claim ; 

All  things  proclaim  thee  God  ! 

GOLDEN  HILL.    S.  M. 


11O0    "  Thou  shalt  arise,  and  have  mercy 
J.J.40.  upon  Zio)i." 

1  O  Lord  our  God  !  arise  ; 

The  cause  of  truth  maintain  ; 
And  wide  o'er  all  the  peopled  world 
Extend  her  blessed  reign. 

2  Thou  Prince  of  life  !  arise, 

Nor  let  thy  glory  cease  ; 
Ear  spread  the  conquests  of  thy  grace, 
And  bless  the  earth  with  peace. 

3  Thou  Holy  Ghost !  arise, 

Extend  thy  healing  wing, 
And  o'er  a  dark  and  ruined  world 
Let  light  and  order  spring. 

4  0  all  ye  nations  !  rise, — 

To  God,  the  Saviour,  sing  ; 
From  shore  to  shore,from  earth  to  heaven, 
Let  echoing  anthems  ring  ! 

Doxology. 
The  Father  and  the  Son 

And  Spirit  we  adore  ; 
"We  praise,  we  bless,  we  worship  thee, 

Both  now  and  evermore  ! 


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<4U<7.  Psalm  18. 

1  Thee  will  I  love,  O  God,  and  own 
My  strength  is  in  thine  arm  alone. 
Jehovah  is  my  rock,  my  tower, 
My  Saviour  in  the  darkest  hour ; 

My  God,  my  strength,  my  confidence, 
My  buckler,  helm,  and  high  defense  : 
On  him  I  call,  and  bless  his  name  ; 
Ne'er  shall  my  hope  be  put  to  shame. 

2  "With  forms  of  death  on  every  side, 
Beset  with  foes,  my  courage  died  ; 
Hell  compassed  me  with  horrors  dread, 
The  snares  of  death  were  round  me 

spread : 
In  my  distress  to  God  I  prayed, 
I  called  upon  my  God  for  aid  ; 
He  heard  my  cry ;  it  reached  his  throne : 
Thee  will  I  love,  O  God,  alone. 

U"  Blessed  are  they  that  dwell  in  Thy 
house."— Psalm  84. 

1  How  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair, 

O  Lord  of  hosts,  thy  dwellings  are ! 
With  lonsr  desire  my  spirit  faints, 
To  meet  th'  assemblies  of  thy  saints. 

2  My  flesh  would  rest  in  thine  abode  ; 
My  panting  heart  cries  out  for  God : 
My  God !  my  King !  why  should  I  be 
So  far  from  all  my  joys  and  thee  I 


3  Blest  are  the  saints,  who  sit  on  high, 
Around  thy  throne  above  the  sky : 
Thy  brightest  glories  shine  above, 
And  all  their  work  is  praise  and  love. 

4  Blest  are  the  souls,  who  find  a  place 
Within  the  temple  of  thy  grace  ; 
There  they  behold  thy  gentler  rays, 
And  seek  thy  face,  and  learn  thy  praise. 

5  Blest  are  the  men  whose  hearts  are  set 
To  find  the  way  to  Zion's  gate  ; 

God  is  their  strength  ;  and  Uiro'  the  road 
They  lean  upon  their  helper,  God. 

6  Cheerful     they    walk    with    growing 

strength, 
Till  all  shall  meet  in  heaven  at  length ; 
Till  all  before  thy  face  appear, 
And  join  in  nobler  worship  there. 

1 5 .    Joy  in  th  e  ITouse  of  God.— Psalm  84. 

1  Great  God,  attend,  while  Zion  sings 
The  joy  that  from  thy  presence  springs: 
To  spend  one  day  with  thee  on  earth, 
Exceeds  a  thousand  clays  of  mirth. 

2  Might  I  enjoy  the  meanest  place 
Within  thy  house,  O  God  of  grace, 
Not  tents  of  ease,  nor  thrones  of  power 
Should  tempt  my  feet  to  leave  thy  door. 


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3-  God  is  our  sun— he  makes  our  day ; 
God  is  our  shield — he  guards  our  way 
From  all  th'  assaults  of  hell  and  sin, 
From  foes  without  and  foes  within. 

4  All  needful  grace  will  God  bestow, 
And  crown  that  grace  with  glory,  too ; 
He  gives  us  all  things,  and  withholds 
No  real  good  from  upright  souls. 

5  0  God,  our  King,  whose  sovereign  sway 
The  glorious  host  of  heaven  obey, 
Display  thy  grace,  exert  thy  power, 
Till  all  on  earth  thy  name  adore ! 

3  0."  Who  is  this  King  of  glory  ?"— Psalm  24. 

1  Oh,  hallowed  is  the  land  and  blest, 
Where  Christ,  the  Ruler,  is  confessed! 
Oh,  happy  hearts  and  happy  homes, 
To  whom  the  great  Redeemer  comes ! 

2  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  mighty  gates ! 
Behold,  the  King  of  glory  waits : 
The  King  of  kings  is  drawing  near; 
The  Saviour  of  the  world  is  here. 

3  Fling  wide  the  portals  of  your  heart : 
Make  it  a  temple  set  apart 

From  earthly  use  for  heaven's  employ, 
Adorned  with  prayer,  and  love,  and  joy. 

4  Redeemer,  come !  I  open  wide 

My  soul  to  thee;  here,  Lord,  abide! 
Thankful  and  glad  my  song  I  raise, 
And  give  to  thee  a  life  of  praise. 


"■Before,  JehovaJCs  awful  throne.'1'* 
Psalm  100. 


33. 


1  Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
Ye  nations,  bow  with  sacred  joy: 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone ; 
He  can  create,  and  he  destroy. 


3  His  sovereign  power,  without  our  aid, 
Made  us  of  clay,  and  formed  us  men ; 
And  when,   like  wandering  sheep,  we 
strayed, 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

3  We  are  his  people,  we  his  care, 

Our  souls,  and  all  our  mortal  frame  : 
What  lasting  honors  shall  we  rear, 
Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name  ? 

4  We'll  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful 

songs, 
High  as  the  heaven  our  voices  raise ; 
And  earth,  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues, 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  sounding 
praise. 

5  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command, 

Vast  as  eternity  thy  love : 
Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  shall  stand, 
When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move. 

97  " 0^» sina  unt°  Me  Lord  a  neto  song." 
°  '  '  Psalm  96. 

1  Unto  the  Lord,  unto  the  Lord, 

Oh,  sing  a  new  and  joyful  song! 
Declare  his  glory,  tell  abroad 
The  wonders  that  to  him  belong. 

2  For  he  is  great,  for  he  is  great ; 

Above  all  gods  his  throne  is  raised ; 
He  reigns  in  majesty  and  state, 
In  strength  and  beauty  is  he  praised. 

3  Give  to  the  Lord,  give  to  the  Lord 

The  glory  clue  unto  his  name ; 
Enter  his  courts  with  sweet  accord ; 
In  songs  of  joy  his  grace  proclaim. 

4  For  lo !  he  comes,  for  lo  !  he  comes 

To  judge  the  earth  in  truth  and  love : 

His  saints"  in  triumph  leave  their  tombs, 

And  shout  his  praise  in  heaven  above, 


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"■Early  will  I  seek  TJiee."— Psalm  63. 


44. 


1  Early,  my  God !  without  delay, 

I  haste  to  seek  thy  face ; 
My  thirsty  spirit  faints  away, 
Without  thy  cheering  grace. 

2  So  pilgrims  on  the  scorching  sand, 

Beneath  a  burning  sky, 
Long  for  a  cooling  stream  at  hand, 
And  they  must  drink  or  die. 

3  I  've  seen  thy  glory  and  thy  power 

Through  all  thy  temple  shine : 
My  God!  repeat  that  heavenly  hour, 
That  vision  so  divine. 

4  iCor  life  itself,  with  all  its  joys, 

Can  my  best  passions  move, 
Or  raise  so  high  my  cheerful  voice, 
As  thy  forgiving  love. 

5  Thus,  till  my  last  expiring  day, 

I  '11  bless  my  God  and  King ; 
Thus  will  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 
And  tune  my  lips  to  sing. 

OOO.  "  Thou  dear  Redeemer,  dying  Lamb. 

1  Thou  dear  Redeemer,  dying  Lamb, 
I  love  to  near  of  thee ; 
No  music 's  like  thy  charming  name, 
Nor  half  so  sweet  can  be. 

S  Oh,  may  I  ever  hear  thy  voice 
In  mercy  to  me  speak  ,• 
In  thee,  my  Priest,  will  I  rejoice, 
And  thy  salvation  seek. 

3  My  Jesus  shall  be  still  my  theme, 

While  on  this  earth  I  stay; 

I'll  sin^  my  Jesus'  lovely  name, 

When  all  things  else  decay. 


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4  When  I  appear  in  yonder  cloud, 
With  all  his  favored  throng, 
Then  will  I  sing  more  sweet,  more  loud, 
And  Christ  shall  be  my  song. 

334.  ■  Tlie  Lamb  is  Vie  light  thereof." 

1  O  thou,  who  art  enrobed  with  light, 
How  pure  the  soul  must  be, 

When,  placed  within  thy  searching  sight, 
It  shrinks  not,  but  with  calm  delight 
Can  live  and  look  on  thee ! 

2  Lord,  how  can  I,  whose  native  sphere 
Is  dark,  whose  mind  is  dim, 

Before  thy  radiant  light  appear, 
And  on  my  naked  spirit  bear 
Thine  uncreated  beam  ? 

3  Is  there  a  way  for  man  to  rise 
To  that  sublime  abode  ? 

Thine  off 'ring  and  thy  sacrifice, 
Thv  pains,  and  groans"and  tears,and  cries?, 
Thy  death,  O  Lamb  of  God  !— 

4  These,  these  prepare  us  for  the  sight 
Of  majesty  above ; 

The  sons  of  ignorance  and  night 
Can  dwell  in  the  eternal  Light, 
Through  the  eternal  Love. 


"Be  of  good  cheer;  thy  sins  be  forgiven 
thee"— Matt.  9  :  2. 


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1  My  Saviour,  let  me  hear  thy  voice 

Pronounce  the  word  of  peace. 
And  all  my  warmest  powers  shall  join 
To  celebrate  thy  grace. 

2  With  gentle  smiles  call  me  thy  child, 

And  speak  my  sins  forgiven  : 
The  accents  mild  shall  charm  my  ear, 
Like  the  sweet  harps  of  heaven. 


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5  Cheerful,  where'er  thy  hand  shall  lead, 
The  darkest  path  I  '11  tread ; 
Cheerful  I  '11  quit  these  mortal  shores, 
And  mingle  with  the  dead. 

I  When  dreadful  guilt  is  done  away, 
No  other  fears  we  know  : 
That  hand  which  scatters  pardons  down, 
Shall  crowns  of  life  bestow. 

)  0  O .  "  Dear  Refuge  of  my  weary  soul" 

Dear  Refuge  of  my  weary  soul, 
On  thee,  when  sorrows  rise — 

On  thee,  when  waves  of  trouble  roll, 
My  fainting  hope  relies. 

To  thee  I  tell  each  rising  grief, 

For  thou  alone  canst  heal ; 
Thy  word  can  bring  a  sweet  relief 

For  every  pain  I  feel. 

Hast  thou  not  bid  me  seek  thy  face  ? 

And  shall  I  seek  in  vain  ? 
And  can  the  car  of  sovereign  grace 

Be  deaf  when  I  complain  ? 

No  :  still  the  ear  of  sovereign  grace 
Attends  the  mourner's  prayer; 

Oh,  may  I  ever  rind  access 
To  breathe  my  sorrows  there  ! 

Thy  mercy-seat  is  open  still ; 

Here  let  my  soul  retreat, 
With  humble  hope  attend  thy  will, 

And  wait  beneath  thy  feet. 

>  /4."  Watt,  I  say,  on  the  Lord"— Psalm  27. 

Soon  as  I  heard  my  Father  say, 
"  Ye  children,  seek  my  grace," 

My  heart  replied,  without  delay, 
"  I  '11  seek  my  Father's  face." 


2  Let  not  thy  face  be  hid  from  me; 

Nor  frown  my  soul  away ; 
God  of  my  life  !  I  fly  to  thee 
In  each  distressing  day. 

3  Should  friends  and  kindred,  near  and  dear, 

Leave  me  to  want,  or  die  : 
My  God  would  make  my  life  his  care, 
And  all  my  need  supply. 

4  My  fainting  flesh  had  died  with  grief, 

Had  not  my  soul  believed 

To  see  thy  grace  provide  relief; 

Nor  was  my  hope  deceived. 

5  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  trembling  saints, 

And  keep  your  courage  up  ; 
He  '11  raise  your  spirit  when  it  faints, 
And  far  exceed  your  hope. 

JLZOo.        Home  for  the  Weary. 

1  There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest, 

To  mourning  wanderers  given ; 
There  is  a  tear  for  souls  distressed, 
A  balm  for  every  wounded  breast : 

'T  is  found  above— in  heaven. 

2  There  is  a  home  for  weary  souls, 

By  sin  and  sorrow  driven, — 
When  toss'd  on  life's  tempestuous  shoals, 
Where  storms  arise,  and  ocean  rolls, 

And  all  is  drear — but  heaven. 

3  There  faith  lifts  up  her  cheerful  eye 

To  brighter  prospects  given ; 
And  views  the  tempest  passing  by, 
The  evening  shadows  quickly  fly, 

And  all  serene — in  heaven. 

4  There  fragrant  flowers  immortal  bloom, 

And  joys  supreme  are  given; 
There  ra\"s  divine  disperse  the  gloom ; 
Beyond  the  confines  of  the  tomb 

Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven  ! 


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422.      "  The  Rock  of  my  strength." 

1  Rejoice,  ye  saints,  rejoice  and  praise 
The  blessings  of  redeeming  grace  ! 
Jesus,  your  everlasting  tower, 
Stands  Arm  against  the  tempest's  power. 

2  He  is  a  refuge  ever  nigh ; 

His  love  endures  as  mountains  high ; 
His  name 's  a  rock,  which  winds  above, 
And  waves  below,  can  never  move. 

3  While  all  things  change,  he  changes  not ; 
He  ne'er  forgets,  though  oft  forgot ; 
His  love  will  ever  be  the  same  ; 

His  word,  enduring  as  his  name. 

4  Rejoice,  ye  saints,  rejoice  and  praise 
The  blessings  of  this  wondrous  grace  ! 
Jesus,  your  everlasting  tower, 

Can  bear,  unmoved,  the  tempest's  power. 

4on      "He  hath  done  all  th  ings  well." 
OKJ.  Mark  7:  37. 

1  Now,  in  a  song  of  grateful  praise, 
To  my  dear  Lord  my  voice  I  '11  raise ; 
With  all  his  saints  I  '11  join  to  tell 
That  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well. 

2  Wisdom,  and  power,  and  love  divine, 
In  all  his  works,  unrivaled,  shine, 
And  force  the  wondering  world  to  tell 
That  he  alone  did  all  things  well. 

5  Howe'er  mysterious  are  his  ways, 
Or  dark  and  sorrowful  my  day.: ; 
And  though  my  spirit  oft  rebel, 

I  know  he  still  doth  all  things  well. 
4  And  when  I  stand  before  his  throne, 
And  all  his  ways  arc  fully  known, 
This  note  in  sweetest  strains  shall  swell, 
That  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well. 

i  JO.  "  Ashamed  of  Jesus  /" 

1  Jesus  !  and  shall  it  ever  be, 
A  mortal  man  ashamed  of  thee  ? 


Ashamed  of  thee,  whom  angels  praise, 
Whose  glories  shine  thro'  endless  days  ? 

2  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  sooner  far 
Let  evening  blush  to  own  a  star: 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

3  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  that  dear  Friend 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend! 
No  :  when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

4  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  yes,  I  may, 
When  I  've  no  guilt  to  wash  away; 
No  tear  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
No  fears  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 

5  Till  then — nor  is  my  boasting  vain — 
Till  then  I  boast  a  Saviour  slain  ! 
And,  oh,  may  this  my  glory  be, 
That  Christ  is  not  ashamed  of  me  ! 


"Awake,  awake  !  pv.t  on  thy  strength. 
O  Zionr— Isaiah  52 :  1. 


1024. 


1  Triumphant  Zion  !  lift  thy  head 
From  dust  and  darkness  and  the  dead ; 
Though  humbled  long,  awake  at  length, 
And  gird  thee  with  thy  Saviour's  strength. 

2  Put  all  thy  beauteous  garments  on, 
And  let  thy  various  charms  be  known  : 
Then  decked  in  robes  of  righteousness, 
The  world  thy  glories  shall  confess. 

3  No  more  shall  foes  unclean  invade, 
And  fill  thy  hallowed  walls  with  dread; 
No  more  shall  hell's  insulting:  host 
Their  vict'ry  and  thy  sorrows  boast. 

4  God,  from  on  hisjh  thvsrroans  will  hear; 
His  hand  thy  ruins  shall  repair ; 

Nor  will  thy  watchful  Monarch  cease 
To  guard  thee  in  eternal  peace. 


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±AO.  Eev.19:  6. 

1  The  Lord  is  King !  lift  up  thy  voice, 
O  earth,  and  all  ye  heavens,  rejoice  ! 

.  From  -world  to  world  the  joy  shall  ring : 
"  The  Lord  omnipotent  is  King !" 

2  The  Lord  is  King !  who  then  shall  dare 
Resist  his  will,  distrust  his  care  ? 
Holy  and  true  are  all  his  ways  : 

Let  every  creature  speak  his  praise. 

8  The  Lord  is  King !  exalt  your  strains ; 
Ye  saints,  your  God,  your  Father,  reigns ; 
One  Lord  one  empire  all  secures  : 
He  reigns,  and  life  and  death  are  yours. 

4  Oh,  when  his  wisdom  can  mistake, 
His  might  decay,  his  love  forsake, 
Then  may  his  children  cease  to  sing, 
"  The  Lord  omnipotent  is  King !" 

0  9  5 .    Reign  of  the  Jfessia  A.^Isaiali  60. 

1  Rise,  crowned  with  light ;  great  Salem, 

rise ! 
Exalt  thy  head,  and  lift  thine  eyes ; 
See  a  long  race  thy  courts  adorn, 
Of  sons  and  daughters  yet  unborn. 

2  See  nations  at  thy  gates  attend, 
And  lowly  in  thy  temple  bend  ; 
See  crowds  on  every  side  arise, 
Eager  to  mount  above  the  skies. 

3  See  heaven  its  portals  wide  display, 
And  pour  on  thee  a  flood  of  day  ! 
Thy  day  shall  shine  for  ever  bright, 
For  God  himself  shall  be  thy  light. 

4  What  though  the  skies  in  smoke  decay, 
Rocks  fall,  and  mountains  melt  away  ! 
Fixed  is  his  word,  his  power  remains : 
Thy  glorious  King,  Messiah,  reigns  ! 


0  /  b.  "  Go,  labor  on.'''' 

1  Go,  labor  on  ;  spend  and  be  spent, — 

Thy  joy  to  do  the  Father's  will : 
It  is  the  way  the  Master  went ; 
Should  not  the  servant  tread  it  still  ? 

2  Go.  labor  on  ;  't  is  not  for  naught ; 

Thine  earthly  loss  is  heavenly  gain  ; 

Men  heed  thee,  "love  thee,  praise  thee  not : 

The  Master  praises, — what  are  men  ? 

3  Go,  labor  on ;  enough,  while  here, 

If  he  shall  praise  thee,  if  he  deign 
Thy  willing  heart  to  mark  and  cheer : 
No  toil  for  him  shall  be  in  vain, 
•i  Toil  on,  and  in  thy  toil  rejoice  ; 

For  toil  comes  rest,  for  exile  home ; 
Soon  shalt  thou  hear  the  Bridegroom's 
voice. 
The  midnight  peal :  "  Behold,  I  come  I" 

0  7 17 .  "  Go,  labor  tm.n 

1  Go,  labor  on ;  your  hands  are  weak, 

Your  knees  are  faint,  your  soul  cast 
down ; 
Yet  falter  not ;  the  prize  \~ou  seek 
Is  near, — a  kingdom  and  a  crown  ! 

2  Go,  labor  on,  while  it  is  day  ; 

The  world's  dark  night  is  hastening  on ; 
Speed,  speed  thy  work, — cast  sloth  away  ! 
It  is  not  thus  that  souls  are  won. 

3  Men  die  in  darkness  at  your  side, 

Without  a  hope  to  cheer  the  tomb  : 
Take  up  the  torch  and  wave  it  wide — 
The  torch  that  lights  time's  thickest 
gloom. 
•4  Toil  on, — faint  not,— keep  watch  and 
pray ! 
Be  wise  the  erring  soul  to  win  ; 
Go  forth  into  the  world's  highway ; 
Compel  the  wanderer  to  come  In, 


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1  Oh,  worship  the  King,  all-glorious  above  ; 
Oh,  gratefully  sing  his  power  and  his  love  ! 
Our  Shield  and  Defender,  the  Ancient  of  Days, 
Pavilioned  in  splendor,  and  girded  with  praise. 

2  Oh,  tell  of  his  might,  oh,  sing  of  his  grace, 
Whose  robe  is  the  light,  whose  canopy,  space  ! 

His  chariots  of  wrath  the  deep  thunder-clouds  form, 
And  dark  is  his  path  on  the  wings  of  the  storm. 

3  Thy  bountiful  care  what  tongue  can  recite  ? 
It  breathes  in  the  air,  it  shines  in  the  light, 

It  streams  from  the  hills,  it  descends  to  the  plains, 
And  sweetly  distills  in  the  dew  and  the  rains. 

4  Frail  children  of  dust,  and  feeble  as  frail, 
In  thee  do  we  trust,  nor  find  thee  to  fail ; 

Thy  mercies  how  tender !  how  firm  to  the  end ! 
Our  Maker,  Defender,  Redeemer,  and  Friend. 


349. 

1  Ye  servants  of  God, 

Your  Master  proclaim, 
And  publish  abroad 

His  wonderful  name : 
The  name,  all  victorious, 

Of  Jesus  extol ; 
His  kingdom  is  glorious, 

And  rules  over  all. 

2  God  ruleth  on  high, 

Almighty  to  save ; 
And  still  he  is  nigh ; 

His  presence  we  have  : 
The  great  congregation 

His  triumph  shall  sing, 
Ascribing  salvation 

To  Jesus,  our  King. 


'■'■Salvation  to  our  God? 


3  "  Salvation  to  God, 

Who  sits  on  the  throne," 
Let  all  cry  aloud, 

And  honor  the  Son  : 
Our  Saviour's  high  praises 

The  angels  proclaim, — 
Fall  down  on  their  faces, 

And  worship  the  Lamb. 

4.  Then  let  us  adore, 

And  give  him  his  right- 
All  glory  and  power, 

And  wisdom  and  might ; 
All  honor  and  blessing, 

With  angels  above, 
And  thanks  never  ceasing, 

And  inlinite  love  ! 


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116.       Praise  the  God  of  Abraham. 

1  The  God  of  Abrah'm  praise. 

Who  reigns  enthroned  above: 
Ancient  of  everlasting  days, 
And  God  of  love  : 
Jehovah,  great  I  am  ! 
By  earth  and  heaven  confessed : 

1  bow  and  bless  the  sacred  name, 

For  ever  blest. 

2  The  God  of  Abrah'm  praise, 

At  whose  supreme  command 
From  earth  I  rise,  and  seek  the  joys 
At  his  right  hand  : 
I  all  on  earth  forsake, 
Its  wisdom,  fame,  and  power; 
And  him  my  only  portion  make, 
My  shield  and  tower. 

3  He  by  himself  hath  sworn  ; 

I  on  his  oath  depend  ; 
I  shall  on  eagles'  wings  upborne 
To  heaven  ascend : 
I  shall  behold  his  face, 
I  shall  his  power  adore, 
And  sing  the  wonders  of  his  grace 
For  evermore. 

0-±4.     Tlie  Vision  of  Christ's  Glory. 

1  The  goodly  land  I  see, 

With  peace  and  plenty  blest ; 


A  land  of  sacred  liberty, 
And  endless  rest : 
There  milk  and  honey  flow, 
And  oil  and  wine  abound ; 
And  trees  of  life  for  ever  grow 
With  mercy  crowned. 

2  There  dwells  the  Lord,  our  King, 

The  Lord,  our  righteousness: 
Triumphant  o'er  the  world  and  sin, 
The  Prince  of  Peace, 
On  Zion's  sacred  height, 
His  kingdom  still  maintains, 
And  glorious,  with  his  saints  in  light, 
For  ever  reigns. 

3  Before  the  Saviour's  face 

The  ransomed  nations  bow, 
O'erwhelmed  at  his  almighty  grace, 
For  ever  new : 
He  shows  his  prints  of  love ; 
They  kindle  to  a  flame, 
And  sound,  through  all  the  worlds  above, 
"  The  slaughtered  Lamb !" 

4  The  whole  triumphant  host 

Give  thanks  to  God  on  high  : 
"Hail,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost!* 
They  ever  cry. 
Hail,  Abraham's  God  and  mine! 
(I  join  the  heavenly  lays) 
All  might  and  majesty  are  thine, 
And  endless  praise ! 


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0  5 1 .  "  TJiejoy  that  was  set  before  Him.* 

1  Now  for  a  tune  of  lofty  praise 
To  great  Jehovah's  equal  Son ! 
Awake,  my  voice,  in  heavenly  lays ; 
Tell  the  loud  wonders  he  hath  done. 

2  Sing  how  he  left  the  worlds  of  light, 
And  the  bright  robes  he  wore  above ; 
How  swift  and  joyful  was  his  flight 
On  wings  of  everlasting  love. 

3  Deep  in  the  shades  of  gloomy  death, 
Th'  almighty  Captive  prisoner  lay  ; 
Th'  almighty  Captive  left  the  earth, 
And  rose  to  everlasting  day. 

4  Lift  up  your  eyes,  ye  sons  of  light, — 
Up  to  his  throne  of  shining  grace ; 
See  what  immortal  glories  sit 
Eound  the  sweet  beauties  of  his  face ! 

5  Among  a  thousand  harps  and  songs, 
Jesus,  the  God,  exalted  reigns  : 

Kis  sacred  name  tills  all  their  tomrues, 
And  echoes  thro'  the  heavenly  plains. 


'85. 


CJirist  the  Way  to  God. 


1  Jesus,  my  All,  to  heaven  is  gone — 
He  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon ; 
His  track  I  see,  and  I  '11  pursue 
The  narrow  way,  till  him  I  view. 

2  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went, 
The  way  that  leads  from  banishment, 
The  King's  highway  of  holiness, 

I  '11  go,  for  all  his  paths  are  peace. 

3  This  is  the  wa}'  I  long  had  sought, 
And  mourned  because  I  found  "it  not ; 
Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say, 
"Com';  hither,  soul;  I  am  the  way." 


4  Lo !  glad  I  come ;  and  thou,  blest  Lamb ! 
Wilt  take  me,  guilty  as  I  am : 
Nothing  but  sin  I  thee  can  give ; 
Nothing  but  love  shall  I  receive. 

5  Now  will  I  tell  to  sinners  round 
How  dear  a  Saviour  I  have  found : 
I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood, 
And  say,  "  Behold  the  way  to  God !" 

0 1 0.  " I send  the  joys  of  earth  away.n 

1  I  send  the  joys  of  earth  away ; 
Away,  ye  tempters  of  the  mind, 
Ealse  as  the  smooth,  deceitful  sea, 
And  empty  as  the  whistling  wind ! 

2  Tour  streams  were  floating  me  along, 
Down  to  the  gulf  of  black  despair; 
And  while  I  listened  to  your  song, 
Your  streams  had  ev'n  convey'dme  there. 

3  Lord !  I  adore  thy  matchless  grace, 
Which  warned  me  of  that  dark  abyss, 
Which  drew  me  from  those  treacherous 

seas, 
And  bade  me  seek  superior  bliss. 

1  Now  to  the  shining  realms  above 
I  stretch  my  hands  and  glance  my  eyes: 
Oh  for  the  pinions  of  a  dove 
To  bear  me  to  the  upper  skies  ! 

5  There,  from  the  bosom  of  my  God, 
Oceans  of  endless  pleasure  roll ; 
There  would  I  fix  my  last  abode, 
And  drown  the  sorrows  of  my  soul ! 

Doxologt. 

Glory  to  thee,  O  God,  most  high ! 
Father,  we  praise  thy  majesty  ! 
The  Son,  the  Spirit,  we  adore, 
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1Ui°'  Himself:'— Psalm  135. 

1  Praise  ye  the  Lord ;  exalt  his  name, 
While  in  his  holy  courts  ye  wait, — 
Ye  saints,  who  to  his  house  belong, 
Or  stand  attending  at  his  gate. 

2  Praise  ye  the  Lord !  the  Lord  is  good ! 
To  praise  his  name  is  sweet  employ ; 
Israel  he  chose  of  old,  and  still 

His  church  is  his  peculiar  joy. 

3  The  Lord  himself  will  judge  his  saints  : 
He  treats  his  servants  as  his  friends ; 
And,  when  he  hears  their  sore  complaints, 
Repents  the  sorrows  that  he  sends. 

4  Bless  him,  all  ye  who  taste  his  love ! 
People  and  priests,  exalt  his  name: 
Among  his  saints  he  ever  dwells ; 
His  church  is  his  Jerusalem. 

1  09fi  "The  Stone  which  the  builders  re- 
J.U^U.  /(i.serf."-Psalui  US. 

1  Lo !  what  a  glorious  corner-stone 
The  Jewish  builders  did  refuse ! 

But  God  has  built  his  church  thereon, 
In  spite  of  envy  and  the  Jews. 

2  Great  God !  the  work  is  all  divine, 
The  joy  and  wonder  of  our  eyes ! 
This  is  the  day  that  proves  it  thine, — 
The  day  that  saw  our  Saviour  rise. 

3  Sinners,  rejoice !  and  saints,  be  glad ! 
Hosanna  !  let  his  name  be  blest ; 

A  thousand  honors  on  his  head, 
With  peace,  and  light,  and  glory,  rest ! 

"I  Q  9 Q  "  God  is  in  the  midst  of  her  ;  she  shall 
j-\JAtj.  not  be  moved:'' 

1  Happy  the  church,  thou  sacred  place, 
The  seat  of  thy  Creator's  grace ! 
Thine  holy  courts  are  his  abode, 
Thou  earthly  palace  of  our  God ! 

8  Thy  walls  are  strength,  and  at  thy  gates 
A  guard  of  heavenly  warriors  waits ; 


Nor  shall  thy  deep  foundations  move, 
Fixed  on  his  counsels  and  his  love. 

3  Thy  foes  in  vain  designs  engage ; 
Against  thy  throne  in  vain  they  rage: 
Like  rising  waves,  with  angry  roar,- 
That  dash  and  die  upon  the  shore. 

4  God  is  our  shield,  and  God  our  sun ; 
Swift  as  the  fleeting  moments  run, 
On  us  he  sheds  new  beams  of  grace, 
And  we  reflect  his  brightest  praise. 

1  f\Q(\   *  Unto  Tliee  sh-ill  all  flesh  come:'' 
1U30.  Psalm  65# 

1  The  praise  of  Zion  waits  for  thee, 
Great  God!  and  praise  becomes  thy  house; 
There  shall  thy  saints  thy  glory  see, 
And  there  perform  thy  public  vows. 

2  O  thou  whose  mercy  bends  the  skies, 
To  save  when  humble  sinners  pray  !- 
All  lands  to  thee  shall  lift  their  eyes, 
And  grateful  isles  of  every  sea. 

3  Soon  shall  the  flocking  nations  run 
To  Zion's  hill,  and  own  their  Lord; 
The  rising  and  the  setting  sun 
Shall  see  the  Saviour's  name  adored. 

103  7  "  ^i6  ^ord  s7iai/'  ^e  tJlin6  everlasting 

1  TnouGH  now  the  nations  sit  beneath 
The  darkness  of  o'ersprcading  death, 
God  will  arise  with  light  divine, 

On  Zion's  holy  towers  to  shine. 

2  That  light  shall  glance  on  distant  lands, 
And  heathen  tribes,  in  joyful  bands, 
Come  with  exulting  haste  to  prove 
The  power  and  greatness  of  his  love. 

3  Lord,  spread  the  triumphs  of  thy  grace; 
Let  truth,  and  righteousness,  and  peace, 
In  mild  and  lovely  forms,  display 

The  glories  of  the  latter  day. 


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153.       "  (?o(/  so  loved  the  world." 

1  Oh,  for  a  shout  of  joy, 

High  as  the  theme  we  sing! 
To  this  divine  employ 

Your  hearts  and  voices  bring : 
Sound,  sound,  through  all  the  earth  abroad, 
The  love,  th'  eternal  love,  of  God. 

2  Unnumbered  myriads  stand, 

Of  seraphs  bright  and  fair; 
Or  bow  at  his  right  hand, 

And  pay  their  homage  there : 
But  strive  in  vain,  with  loudest  chord, 
To  sound  the  wondrous  love  of  God. 

3  Though  earth  and  hell  assail, 

And  doubts  and  fears  arise, 
The  weakest  shall  prevail, 

And  grasp  the  heavenly  prize ; 
And  through  an  endless  age  record 
The  love,  th'  unchanging  love,  of  God. 

4  Oh,  for  a  shout  of  joy, 

High  as  the  theme  we  sing! 
To  this  divine  employ 

Your  hearts  and  voices  bring : 
Sound,  sound,  through  all  the  earth  abroad, 
The  love,  th'  eternal'love,  of  God. 


"Good  tidings  of  great  joy.'" — Luke 


273. 

1  Hark!  hark!  the  notes  of  joy 

Roll  o'er  the  heavenly  plains, 
And  seraphs  find  employ 

For  their  sublimest  strains  : 
Some  new  delight  in  heaven  is  known  ; 
Loud  sound  the  harps  around  the  throne. 

2  Hark!  hark!  the  sound  draws  nigh, — 

The  joyful  host  descends  ; 


Jesus  forsakes  the  sky, 
To  earth  his  footsteps  bend: 
He  comes  to  bless  our  fallen  race ; 
He  comes  with  messages  of  grace. 

3  Bear,  bear  the  tidings  round ! 

Let  every  mortal  know 
What  love  in  God  is  found, 

What  pity  he  can  show : 
Ye  winds  that  blow,  ye  waves  that  roll, 
Bear  the  glad  news  from  pole  to  pole. 

4  Strike,  strike  the  harps  again, 

To  great  Immanuel's  name ! 
Arise,  ye  sons  of  men, 
And  all  his  grace  proclaim  : 
Angels  and  men,  wake  every  string, 
'Tis  God  the  Saviour's  praise  we  sing. 

0 1 0 .  Joy  in,  Christ. 

1  Jesus  ! — harmonious  name ! 

It  charms  the  hosts  above; 
They  evermore  proclaim, 

And  wonder  at  his  love : 
'Tis  all  their  happiness  to  gaze, 
'Tis  heaven  to  see  our  Jesus'  face. 

2  His  name  the  sinner  hears, 

And  is  from  sin  set  free ; 
'T  is  music  in  his  ears, 

'Tis  life  and  victory  : 
New  songs  do  now  his  lips  employ, 
And  bounds  his  gladdened  heart  with  joy 

3  Oh,  unexampled  love! 

Oh,  all-redeeming  grace ! 
How  swiftly  didst  thou  move 

To  save  a  fallen  race ! 
What  shall  I  do  to  make  it  known, 
What  thou  for  all  mankind  hast  done  ? 


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[  Oh,  for  a  trumpet  voice, 

On  all  the  world  to  call, 
To  bid  their  hearts  rejoice 

In  him  who  died  for  all ! 
"or  all,  my  Lord  was  crucified  ; 
for  all,  my  Saviour  bled  and  died. 

:>  7fi  ".4  great  High  Priest,  that  is  passed  into 
■>  *  v) .  the  heavens:-— -Hub.  -A :  It. 

.  Th'  atoning  work  is  done, 

The  victim's  blood  is  shed, 
And  Jesus  now  is  gone 

His  people's  cause  to  plead : 
le  stands  in  heaven  their  great  High  Priest, 
\.nd  bears  their  names  upon  his  breast. 

5  No  temple  made  with  hands 

His  place  of  service  is  ; 
In  heaven  itself  he  stands, 

A  heavenly  priesthood  his  : 
'n  him  the  shadows  of  the  law 
Vrc  all  fullilled,  and  uow  withdraw. 

I  And  though  awhile  he  be 

Hid  from  the  eyes  of  men, 
His  people  look  to  see 

Their  great  High  Priest  again : 
Cn  brightest  glory  he  will  come, 
\.nd  take  his  waiting  people  home. 

B 9 1 .     "  Rejoice,  th e  Lord  is  Kin g  I* 
I  Rejoice  !  the  Lord  is  King ; 

Your  Lord  and  King  adore  : 
Mortals,  give  thanks  and  sing, 

And  triumph  evermore ! 
Lift  up  your  hearts,  lift  up  your  voice; 
Ivcjoice  ! — again  I  say,  rejoice ! 
I  Jesus,  the  Saviour,  reigns, 

The  God  of  truth  and  love; 
"When  he  had  purged  our  stains, 

He  took  his  seat  above : 
Lift  up  your  hearts,  lift  up  your  voice ; 
Rejoice ! — again  I  say,  rejoice ! 


3  His  kingdom  can  not  fail ; 

He  rules  o'er  earth  and  heaven ; 
The  keys  of  death  and  hell 

Are  to  our  Jesus  given  ■: 
Lift  up  your  hearts,  lift  up  your  voice ; 
Rejoice  ! — again  I  say,  rejoice ! 

4  Rejoice  in  glorious  hope : 

Jesus,  the  Judge,  shall  come, 
And  take  his  servants  up 

To  their  eternal  home : 
We  soon  shall  hear  th'  archangel's  voice; 
The  trump  of  God  shall  sound,  Rejoice  \ 

4  /  /  .        Adoration  of  the  Trinity. 

1  I  give  immortal  praise 

To  God  the  Father's  love, 
For  all  my  comforts  here, 

And  better  hopes  above: 
He  sent  his  own  eternal  Son 
To  die  for  sins  that  man  had  done, 

2  To  God  the  Son  belongs 

Immortal  glory,  too ; 
"Who  bought  us  with  his  blood 

From  everlasting  woe : 
And  now  he  lives,  and  now  he  reigns, 
And  sees  the  fruit  of  all  his  pains. 

3  To  God  the  Spirit's  name 

Immortal  worship  give, 
"Whose  new  creating  power 

Makes  dying  sinners  live : 
His  work  completes  the  great  design, 
And  tills  the  soul  with  joy  divine. 

4  Almighty  God,  to  thee 

Be  endless  honors  done ; 
The  undivided  Three, 

And  the  mysterious  One  : 
Where  reason  fails,  with  all  her  powers. 
There  faith  prevails,  and  love  adores. 


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"1  p  p       "  Z7i's  mercy  cndurethfor  ever.™ 
XOO.  Psalm  13G. 

1  Give  to  our  God  immortal  praise ; 
Mercy  and  truth  are  all  his  ways : 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong ; 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  song. 

2  Give  to  the  Lord  of  lords  renown, 
The  King  of  kings  with  glory  crown : 
His  mercies  ever  shall  endure, 

When  lords  and  kings  are  known  no  more. 


3  lie  built  the  earth,  he  spread  the  sky, 
And  fixed  the  starry  lights  on  high  : 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong ; 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  song. 

4  He  fills  the  sun  with  morning  light, 
He  bids  the  moon  direct  the  night : 
His  mercies  ever  shall  endure, 

When  suns  and  moons  shall  shine  no 
more. 


5  He  sent  his  Son  with  power  to  save 
From  guilt,  and  darkness,  and  the  grave; 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong; 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  son<r. 

6  Through  this  vain  world  he  guides  our 

feet, 
And  leads  us  to  his  heavenly  seat : 
His  mercies  ever  shall  endure, 
When  this  vain  world  shall  be  no  more. 


362.     The  King  of  Glory.— Psalm  24. 

1  Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead, 

Our  Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high ; 
The  powers  of  hell  are  captive  led, 
Dragged  to  the  portals  of  the  sky. 

2  Theremins  triumphal  chariot  waits, 

And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay : 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates! 
Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way  I 


3  Loose  all  your  bars  of  massy  light, 

And  wide  unfold  th'  ethereal  scene : 
He  claims  these  mansions  as  his  right ; 
Receive  the  King  of  glory  in. 

4  Who  is  the  King  of  glory— who  ? 

The  Lord  who  all  our  foes  o'ercame ; 

Who  sin,  and  death,  and  hell  o'erthrew  ; 

And  Jesus  is  the  Conqueror's  name. 


5  Lo  !  his  triumphant  chariot  waits, 

And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay ; 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates ! 
Ye  everlasting  doors  give  way ! 

6  Who  is  the  King  of  glory—who  ? 

The  Lord,  of  boundless  power  pos- 
sessed ; 
The  King  of  saints  and  angels,  too, 
God  over  all,  for  ever  blessed. 


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"J9" Loud  Hallelujahs  to  the  Lord" 
*-**•  Psalm  14S. 

Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord, 

From  distant  worlds  where  creatures 
dwell ! 
Let  heaven  begin  the  solemn  word, 

And  sound  it  dreadful  down  to  hell. 

Wide  as  his  vast  dominion  lies, 
Make  the  Creator's  name  be  known  ; 

Loud  as  his  thunder,  shout  his  praise, 
And  sound  it  lofty  as  his  throne. 

Jehovah — 't  is  a  glorious  word  ! 

Oh,  may  it  dwell  on  every  tongue ! 
But  saints  who  best  have  known  the  Lord, 

Are  bound  to  raise  the  noblest  song. 
Speak  of  the  wonders  of  that  love 

Which  Gabriel  plays  on  every  chord : 
From  all  below,  and  all  above, 

Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord ! 

OQ    uO  Lord,  my  God,  TJiou  art  very 

^u'  great."— Ps&hn  104. 

Great  is  the  Lord!  what  tongue  can 

frame 
An  honor  equal  to  his  name  ? 
How  awful  are  his  glorious  ways  ! 
The  Lord  is  dreadful  in  his  praise. 

The  world's  foundations  by  his  hand 
Were  laid,  and  shall  for  ever  stand ; 
The  swelling  billows  know  their  bound, 
While  to  his  praise  they  roll  around. 

Vast  are  thy  works,  almighty  Lord! 
All  nature  rests  upon  thy  word ; 
And  clouds,  and  storms,  and  fire  obey 
Thy  wise  and  all-controlling  sway. 
Thy  glory,  fearless  of  decline, 
Thy  glory,  Lord,  shall  ever  shine  ; 
Thy  praise  shall  still  our  breath  emplov, 
Till  we  shall  rise  to  endless  joy. 


179.  God  a/a ithful  Creator. 

1  Praisb,  everlasting  praise  be  paid 
To  him  who  earth's  foundations  laid : 
Praise  to  the  God  whose  strong  decrees 
Sway  the  creation  as  he  please. 

2  Praise  to  the  goodness  of  the  Lord, 
Who  rules  his  people  by  his  word  ; 
And  there,  as  strong  as*his  decrees, 
Reveals  his  kindest  promises. 

3  Oh,  for  a  strong,  a  lasting  faith, 
To  credit  what  th'  Almighty  saith ! 
T'  embrace  the  message  of  his  Sou, 
And  call  the  joys  of  heaven  our  own. 

4  Then,   should  the  earth's  foundations 

shake, 
'And  all  the  wheels  of  nature  break, 
Our  steady  souls  shall  fear  no  more 
Than  solid  rocks  when  billows  roar. 

OfM     "  The  Lord  of  hosts,  TTe  is  the  King  of 
°  u"±  •  Glory. n~ Psalm  24. 

1  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  gates  !  and  wide 

Your  everlasting  doors  display  : 

Te  angel-guards,  like  flames  divide, 

And  give  the  King  of  glory  way. 

2  Who  is  the  King  of  glory?— He, 

The  Lord,  omnipotent  to  save ; 
Whose  own  right  arm,  in  victory, 
Led  captive  Death,  and  spoiled  the 
grave. 

3  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  gates !  and  high 

Your  everlasting  portals  heave  ; 
Welcome  the  King  of  glory  nigh  : 
Him  mustthe  heaven  of  heavens  receive. 

4  Who  is  the  King  of  glory — who? 

The  Lord  Of  hosts;  behold  his  name  : 
The  kingdom,  power,  and  honor  due, 
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1  Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 

Be  thy  glorious  name  adored ! 
Lord,  thy  mercies  never  fail ; 
Hail,  celestial  Goodness,  hail ! 

2  Though  unworthy,  Lord,  thine  ear, 
Deign  our  humble  songs  to  hear ; 
Purer  praise  we  hope  to  bring, 
When  around  thy  throne  we  sing. 

3  While  on  earth  ordained  to  stay, 
Guide  our  footsteps  in  thy  way, 
Till  we  come  to  dwell  with  thee, 
Till  we  all  thy  glory  see. 

4  Then  with  angel  harps  again 
We  will  wake  a  nobler  strain ; 
There,  in  joyful  songs  of  praise, 
Our  triumphant  voices  raise. 


98. 


"Hallowed  be  Thy  name'. 


1  Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 

In  the  highest  heavens  adored, 
Author  of  all  nature's  frame, — 
Father,  hallowed  be  thy  name. 

2  Though  estranged  from  thee  in  heart, 
Doubtless  thou  our  Father  art ; 
From  thy  hand  our  spirits  came : 
Father,  hallowed  be  thy  name. 

Born  anew,  oh,  may  we  feel 
Filial  love,  the  Spirit's  seal ! 
Cleansed  from   guilt,  redeemed   from 

shame : 
Father,  hallowed  be  thy  name. 

4  When  in  want,  or  when  in  wealth, 
Joy  or  sorrow,  pain  or  health, 
Still  our  prayer  shall  be  the  same: 
Father,  hallowed  ho  thv  name. 


6£  7     "  My  times  are  in,  Thy  hand." 
°  •  •  Psalm  31. 

1  Sovereign  Ruler  of  the  skies, 
Ever  gracious,  ever  wise ! 

All  my  times  are  in  thy  hand ; 
All  events  at  thy  command. 

2  Times  of  sickness,  times  of  health, 
Times  of  penury  and  wealth, — 
All  must  come,  and  last,  and  end, 
As  shall  please  my  heavenly  Friend. 

3  O  thou  gracious,  wise  and  just! 
In  thy  hands  my  life  I  trust ; 
Have  I  somewhat  dearer  still  ?— » 
I  resign  it  to  thy  will. 

4  Thee  at  all  times  will  I  bless ; 
Having  thee,  I  all  possess : 
Ne'er  can  I  bereaved  be, 
While  I  do  not  part  with  thee. 


"  As  Thou  art,  so  let  tis  be.' 


710. 

1  Holy  Lamb,  who  thee  receive, 
Who  in  thee  begin  to  live, 
Day  and  night  they  cry  to  thee, 
"As  thou  art,  so  let  us  be !" 

2  Gladly  would  we  now  be  clean ; 
Cleanse  us,  Lord,  from  every  sin : 
Fix,  oh,  fix  our  wavering  mind  S 
To  thy  cross  our  spirit  bind. 

3  Dust  and  ashes  though  we  be, 
Full  of  sin  and  misery, 

Thine  we  are,  thou  Son  of  God : 
Take  the  purchase  of  thy  blood ! 

457.        "  Holy  Spirit,  all  Divine." 

1  Holy  Ghost,  with  light  divine, 
Shine  upon  this  heart  of  mine  I 
Chase  the  shades  of  night  away, 
Turn  mv  darkness  in+o  day. 


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2  Holy  Ghost,  with  power  divine, 
Cleanse  this  guilt}7  heart  of  mine ; 
Long  hath  sin,  without  control, 
Held  dominion  o'er  my  soul. 

3  Holy  Ghost,  with  joy  divine, 
Cheer  this  saddened  heart  of  mine  : 
Bid  my  many  woes  depart, 

Heal  my  wounded,  bleeding  heart ! 

4  Holy  Spirit,  all  Divine ! 

Dwell  within  this  heart  of  mine ; 
Cast  down  every  idol-throne; 
Reign  supreme,  and  reign  alone ! 


"It  is  God  that  worketh  in  you.' 


458. 

1  Holt  Ghost,  thou  Source  of  light ! 

We  invoke  thy  kindling  ray; 
Dawn  upon  our  "spirits'  night, 
Turn  our  darkness  into  day. 

2  To  the  anxious  soul  impart 

Hope,  all  other  hopes  above ; 
Stir  the  dull  and  hardened  heart 
With  a  longing  and  a  love. 

8  Give  the  struggling  peace  for  strife, 
Give  the  doubting  light  for  gloom ; 
Speed  the  living  into  life. 
Warn  the  dying  of  their  doom. 

4  Work  in  all,  in  all  renew, 

Day  by  day,  the  life  divine; 
All  our  wills  to  thee  subdue, 
All  our  hearts  to  thee  incline. 

588.  Poor  in  Spirit. 

1  When,  my  Saviour,  shall  I  be 
Perfectly  resigned  to  thee  ? 
Poor  and  vile  "in  my  own  eyes, 
Only  in  thy  wisdom  vase  ? 


2  Only  thee  content  to  know, 
Ignorant  of  all  below  ? 
Only  guided  by  thy  light  ? 
Only  mighty  in  thy  might  ? 

3  Fully  in  my  life  express 
All  the  heights  of  holiness  ; 
Sweetly  let  my  spirit  prove 
All  the  depths  of  humble  love. 


>00.        Saving  all  in  having  Christ. 

1  Jesus,  take  me  for  thine  own  ; 

To  thy  will  my  spirit  frame  ; 
Thou  shalt  reign,  and  thou  alone, 
Over  all  I  have  and  am. 

2  Making  thus  the  Lord  my  choice, 

I  have  nothing  more  to  choose, 
But  to  listen  to  thv  voice, 
And  my  will  in  thine  to  lose. 

3  Then,  whatever  may  betide, 

I  shall  safe  and  happy  be; 

Still  content  and  satisfied ; — 

Having  all  in  bavins:  thee. 


"None  but  CJirist.' 


836. 

1  Jesus,  all-atonino;  Lamb, 
Thine  and  only  thine  I  am  : 
Take  my  body,  spirit,  soul ; 
Only  thou  possess  the  whole. 

2  Thou  my  one  thing  needful  be ; 
Let  me  ever  cleave  to  thee ; 
Let  me  choose  the  better  part : 
Let  me  give  thee  all  my  heart. 

3  Whom  have  I  on  earth  below? 
Thee,  and  only  thee,  I  know  : 
Whom  have  I  in  heaven  but  thee? 
Thou  art  all  in  all  to  me. 


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*1  *7    u  My  heart  and  my  flesh  crieth  out  for 
-*-  '  ■  the  living  God."" — Psalm  84. 

1  O  God  of  hosts,  the  mighty  Lord, 

How  lovely  is  the  place, 
Where,  in  thy  glory,  we  behold 
The  brightness  of  thy  face ! 

2  My  longing  soul  faints  with  desire 

To  view  thy  blest  abode ; 
My  panting  heart  and  flesh  cry  out 
For  thee",  the  living  God. 

3  Thrice  happy  they,  whose  choice  has  thee 

Their  sure  protection  made ; 
Who  long  to  tread  the  sacred  ways 
Which  to  thy  dwelling  lead. 

4  For  God,  who  is  our  sun  and  shield, 

Will  grace  and  glory  give ; 
And  no  good  thing  will  he  withhold 
From  them  that  justly  live. 

5  O  Lord  of  hosts,  my  King,  my  God ! 

How  highly  blest  are  they, 
Who  in  thy  temple  always  dwell, 
And  there  thy  praise  display ! 

1  Q  K  "I  will  lift  up  mine  eyes  unto  the  hills."' 
J-^"«  Psalm  121. 

1  Up  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes, 

There  all  my  hope  is  laid ; 
The  Lord,  who  built  the  earth  and  skies— 
From  him  will  come  mine  aid. 

2  Thy  foot  unmoved  he  ever  keeps, 

And  all  thy  ways  will  guard  ; 
He  slumbers  not^  and  never  sleeps — 
Thy  keeper  is  the  Lord. 

3  The  Lord,  thy  keeper,  shades  thy  way, 

Preserves  thee  in  his  sight ; 
Nor  shall  the  sun  smite  thee  by  day, 
Nor  shall  the  moon  by  night. 

4  The  Lord  preserves  thy  soul  from  sin, 

From  evils  great  and  sore— 


Thy  going  out  and  coming  in, 
Now  and  for  evermore. 


4  b  5.         Deliglit  in  the  Scriptures. 

1  Father  of  mercies,  in  thy  word 

What  endless  glory  shines  ! 
For  ever  be  thy  name  adored 
For  these  celestial  lines. 

2  Here  my  Redeemer's  welcome  voice 

Spreads  heavenly  peace  around; 
And  life  and  everlasting  joys 
Attend  the  blissful  sound. 

3  Oh,  may  these  heavenly  pages  be 

My  ever  dear  delight ; 
And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see, 
And  still  increasing  light ! 

4  Divine  Instructor,  gracious  Lord, 

Be  thou  for  ever  hear ; 
Teach  me  to  love  thy  sacred  word, 
And  view  my  Saviour  there. 

1  OQ  "How  precious  also  are  thn  ihovnhts  un* 
±0  0.  to  me^  0  Godr— Psalm  189. 

1  Jehovah,  God !  thy  gracious  power 

On  every  hand  we  see ; 
Oh,  may  the  blessings  of  each  hour 
Lead  all  our  thoughts  to  thee  ! 

2  If,  on  the  wings  of  morn,  we  speed 

To  earth's  remotest  bound, 
Thy  hand  will  there  our  footsteps  lead, 
Thy  love  our  path  surround.  * 

3  Thy  power  is  in  the  ocean  deeps, 

And  reaches  to  the  skies  ; 
Thine  eye  of  mercy  never  sleeps, 
Thy  goodness  never  dies. 

4  From  morn  till  noon— till  latest  eve, 

Thy  hand,  0  God,  we  see  ; 
And  all  the  blessings  we  receive, 
Proceed  alone  from  thee. 


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5  In  all  the  varying  scenes  of  time, 
On  thee  our  hopes  depend ; 
Through  every  age,  in  every  clime, 
Our  Father,  and  our  Friend. 

1  A  V    "  ^ie  memory  of  Thy  great  goodness" 
•    -^  '  •  Psiilm  145. 

i  Sweet  is  the  memory  of  thy  grace, 
My  God,  my  heavenly  King ; 
Let  age  to  age  thy  righteousness 
In  sounds  of  glory  sing. 

2  God  reigns  on  high  ;  but  ne'er  confines 

His  goodness  to  the  skies  : 
Thro'  the  whole  earth  his  bounty  shines, 

And  every  want  supplies. 
8  With  longing  eyes  thy  creatures  wait 

On  thee  for  daily  food ; 
Thy  liberal  hand  provides  their  meat, 

And  fills  their  mouth  with  good. 

4  How  kind  are  thy  compassions,  Lord ! 

How  slow  thine  anger  moves ! 
But  soon  he  sends  his  pardoning  word 
To  cheer  the  souls  he  loves. 

5  Sweet  is  the  memory  of  thy  grace, 

My  God,  my  heavenly  King  ; 
Let  age  to  age  thy  righteousness 
In  sounds  of  glory  sing. 

158.        Wonders  of  God's  Grace. 

1  Eternal  Power !  Almighty  God ! 

Who  can  approach  thy  throne  ! 
Accessless  light  is  thine  abode, 
To  angel  eyes  unknown. 

2  Before  the  radiance  of  thine  eye, 

The  heavens  no  longer  shine ; 
And  all  the  glories  of  the  sky 
Are  but  the  shade  of  thine. 
8  Great  God !  and  wilt  thou  condescend 
To  cast  a  look  below  ? 


To  this  vile  world  thy  notice  bend — 
These  seats  of  sin  and  woe  ? 

How  strange !  how  wondrous  is  thy love t 

With  trembling  we  adore  : 
Not  all  th'  exalted  minds  above 

Its  wonders  can  explore. 

While  golden  harps  and  angel  tongues 

Resound  immortal  lays, 
Great  God  !  permit  our  humble  songs 

To  rise  and  speak  thy  praise. 


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My  God,  my  Portion,  and  my  Love, 

My  everlasting  All, 
I  've  none  but  thee  in  heaven  above, 

Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 

2  To  thee  I  owe  my  wealth  and  friends, 

My  health,  and  safe  abode  : 
Thanks  to  thy  name  for  meaner  things, 
But  they  are  not  my  God. 

3  How  vain  a  toy  is  glittering  wealth, 

If  once  compared  with  thee ! 
Or  what  's  my  safety  or  my  health, 
Or  all  my  friends  to  me  V 

4  Were  I  possessor  of  the  earth, 

And  called  the  stars  my  own, 
Without  thy  graces  and  thyself, 
I  were  a  wretch  undone." 

5  Let  others  stretch  their  arms  like  seas. 

And  grasp  in  all  the  shore  ; 
Grant  me  the  visits  of  thy  face, 
And  I  desire  no  more. 

Doxology. 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

One  God,  whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory  as  it  was,  is  now, 

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C  O      "  Let  us  xcorship  and  ooio  down." 
°*J-  Psalm  95. 

1  Oh,  come,  loud  anthems  let  us  sing, 
Loud  thanks  to  our  almighty  King ! 
For  we  our  voices  high  should  raise, 
When  our  salvation's  Rock  we  praise. 

2  Into  his  presence  let  us  haste, 
To  thank  him  for  his  favors  past ; 
To  him  address  in  joyful  songs 
The  praise  that  to  his  name  belongs. 

8  Oh,  let  us  to  his  courts  repair, 
And  bow  with  adoration  there ! 
Down  on  our  knees,  devoutly,  all 
Before  the  Lord,  our  Maker,  fall. 

1  Z.C*     "  The  Lord  reign&fi;  let  the  earth 
J.  O  U .  rejoice. '1— Psalm  97. 

1  Jehovah  reigns  ;<4et  all  the  earth 

In  li is  just  government  rejoice; 
Let  all  the  teles,  with  sacred  mirth, 
In  his  apalause  unite  their  voice. 

2  Darkness  anqLelouds  of  awful  shade 

His  daz^U^^lory  shroud  in  state ; 
Justice  and  £r»th  his  guards  are  made, 
And,  fixed  by  his  pavilion,  wait. 
S  Rejoice,  ye  righteous,  in  the  Lord; 
Memorials  of  his  holiness 
Deep  in  your  faithful  breasts  record, 
And  with  your  thankful  tongues  con- 
fess. 

X  O  7  .   Tlie  Majesty  of  Jehovah. — Psalm  63. 

1  Kingdoms  and  thrones  to  God  belong ; 
Crown  him,  ye  nations,  in  your  song  : 
His  wondrous  name  and  power  rehearse ; 
His  honors  shall  enrich  your  verse. 

2  He  rides  and  thunders  through  the  sky ; 
His  name,  Jehovah,  sounds  on  high  : 
Praise  him  aloud,  ye  sons  of  grace; 

Ye  saints,  rejoice  before  his  face. 

3  God  is  our  shield,  our  joy,  our  rest ; 
God  is  our  King,  proclaim  him  blest : 


When  terrors  rise,  when  nations  faint, 
He  is  the  strength  of  every  saint. 

1  1  O  O     u  fle  shall  come  down  like  rain  upon 
-*--*-  •^"l)  •  the  mown  grass." — Psalm  72. 

1  Great  God,  whose  universal  sway 
The  known  and  unknown  worlds  obey, 
Now  give  the  kingdom  to  thy  Son  ; 
Extend  his  power,  exalt  his  throne. 

2  As  rain  on  meadows  newly  mown, 
So  shall  he  send  his  influence  clown  ; 
His  grace  on  fainting  souls  distills, 
Like  heavenly  dew  on  thirsty  hills. 

3  The  heathen  lands,  that  lie  beneath 
The  shades  of  overspreading  death, 
Revive  at  his  first  dawning  light, 
And  deserts  blossom  at  the  sight. 

4  The  saints  shall  flourish  in  his  days, 
Dressed  in  the  robes  of  joy  and  praise : 
Peace,  like  a  river,  from  his  throne 
Shall  flow  to  nations  yet  unknown. 

lOQ^  '•  Justice  and  judgment  are  the  hao- 
1AOO.    itatwn  of  thy  M/wte."— Psalm  97. 

1  He  reigns  !  the  Lord,  the  Saviour  reigns ! 
Sing  to  his  name  in  lofty  strains  ; 

Let  the  whole  earth  in  songs  rejoice, 
And  in  his  praise  exalt  their  voice  ! 

2  Deep  are  his  counsels,  and  unknown  ; 
But  grace  and  truth  support  his  throne : 
Tho' gloomy  clouds  his  ways  surround, 
Justice  is  their  eternal  ground. 

3  In  robes  of  judgment,  lo  !  he  comes, — 
Shakes  the  wide  earth,  and  cleaves  the 

tombs ; 
Before  him  burns  devouring  fire  ! 
The  mountains  melt,  the  seas  retire ! 

4  His  enemies,  with  sore  dismay, 

Fly  from  the  sight,  and  shun  the  day : 
Then  lift  your  heads,  ye  saints,  on  hiuh, 
And  sing,  for  your  redemption's  nigh ! 


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1  Welcome  to  me  the  darkest  night, 
If  there  the  Saviour's  presence  bright 
Beam  forth  upon  the  soul  dismayed, 
And  say,  M  'T  is  I :  be  not  afraid !" 

2  Welcome  the  fiercest  waves  that  roll 
Their  deepening  tloods  to  whelm  my  soul, 
If  he  rebuke  the  storm  of  ill, 

And  bid  the  tempest,  "  Peace,  be  still !" 
S  Welcome  the  thorniest  path,  if  there 
The  print-marks  of  his  feet  appear : 
If  in  his  footsteps  we  may  tread, 
And  follow  where  our  Lord  hath  led. 

4  I  will  not  ask  what  else  is  mine, 

If  thou,  O  Lord,  account  me  thine ; 
For  what  but  joy  can  be  my  lot, 
If  God,  my  God,  reject  me  not? 

1 UO  8.  Prayer  for  an  Assembly  of  Ministers. 

1  Pour  out  thy  Spirit  from  on  high ; 

Lord,  thine  assembled  servants  bless ; 
Graces  and  gifts  to  each  supply, 
And   clothe  thy  priests  with  right- 
eousness. 

2  Within  thy  temple,  where  we  stand 

To  teach  the  truth,  not  ours,  but  thine, 
May  we,  like  stars  in  thv  right  hand, 
The  angels  of  the  churches,  shine ! 

5  Wisdom,  and  zeal,  and  faith  impart, 

Firmness  with  meekness  from  above, 
To  bear  thy  people  on  our  heart, 
And  love  the  souls  whom  thou  dost  love. 

4  To  watch  and  pray,  and  never  faint ; 

By  day  and  night  strict  guard  to  keep, 
To  warn  the  sinner,  cheer  the  saint, 
Nourish  thy  iambs,  and  feed  thy  sheep; 

5  Then,  when  our  work  is  finished  here, 

la  humble  hope  our  charge  resign : 


When  the  chief  Shepherd  shall  appear, 
0  God,  may  they  and  we  be  thine ! 

lUoO.  u  Tliy  little  flock  in  safety  keep." 

1  Jesus,  thou  Shepherd  of  the  sheep, 
Thy  "  little  flock"  in  safety  keep ; 
These  lambs  within  thine  arms  now  take, 
Nor  let  them  e'er  thy  fold  forsake. 

2  Secure  them  from  the  scorching  beam, 
And  lead  them  to  the  living  stream ; 
In  verdant  pastures  let  them  lie, 

And  watch  them  with  a  shepherd's  eye! 

3  Oh,  teach  them  to  discern  thy  voice, 
And  in  its  sacred  sound  rejoice ! 
From  strangers  may  they  ever  flee, 
And  know  no  other  guide  but  thee. 

4  Lord,  bring  thy  sheep  that  wander  yet, 
And  let  their  number  be  complete  ; 
Then  let  the  flock  from  earth  remove, 
And  reach  the  heavenly  fold  above. 

"I  I  "1  9    A  Pillar  of  Cloud  by  Day,  and  of 
±  x  ±  o .         Fire  iy  m</ht.~Ex.  i3 :  21. 

1  When  Israel,  of  the  Lord  beloved, 

Out  from  the  land  of  bondage  came, 
Her  fathers'  God  before  her  moved, 
An  awful  guide,  in  smoke  and  flame. 

2  By  day,  along  th'  astonished  lands, 

The  cloudy  pillar  glided  slow ; 
By  night,  Arabia's  crimsoned  sands 
Returned  the  fiery  column's  glow. 

3  Thus  present  still,  though  now  unseen, 

O  Lord,  when  shines  the  prosperous 
day, 
Be  thoughts  of  thee  a  cloudy  screen 
To  temper  the  deceitful  ray! 

4  And,  oh !  when  gathers  on  our  path, 

In  shade  and  storm,  the  frequent  night, 
Be  thou  long  suffering,  slow  to  wrath, 
A  burning  and  a  shining  light. 


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OO-  King."— Psalm  95. 

1  Sing  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name, 

And  in  his  strength  rejoice  : 
"When  his  salvation  is  our  theme, 
Exalted  be  our  voice. 

2  With  thanks  approach  his  awful  sight, 

And  psalms  of  honor  sing : 
The  Lord's  a  God  of  boundless  might, 
The  whole  creation's  King. 

3  Let  princes  hear,  let  angels  know 

How  mean  their  natures  seem, — 

Those  gods  on  high,  and  gods  below, 

When  once  compared  with  him. 

4  Earth,  with  its  caverns  dark  and  deep, 

Lies  in  his  spacious  hand ; 
He  fixed  the  seas  what  bounds  to  keep, 
And  where  the  hills  must  stand. 

5  Come,  and  with  humble  souls  adore  ; 

Come,  kneel  before  his  face : 
Oh,  may  the  creatures  of  his  power 
Be  children  of  his  grace ! 

6  Now  is  the  time  ;  he  bends  his  ear, 

And  waits  for  your  request : 
Come,  lest  he  rouse  his  wrath,  and  swear, 
"  Ye  shall  not  see  my  rest." 

1  *o    "  Oh,  magnify  the  Lord  with  me  /" 
i-OA.  Psalm  34. 

1  I  'll  bless  the  Lord,  I  '11  bless  the  Lord, 

In  all  his  wondrous  ways  ; 
My  soul  his  mercies  shall"  record, 
My  tongue  shall  chant  his  praise. 

2  From  dawn  to  eve,  with  heart,with  voice, 

His  goodness  I  '11  proclaim, 
Till  all  that  hear  me  shall  rejoice 
In  his  redeeming  name. 
S  Oh,  magnify  the  Lord  with  me ! 
His  power,  his  goodness,  prove ; 
How  blest  his  sway !  oh,  taste  and  see 
How  vast,  how  kind  his  love ! 


4  Beset  with  darkness,  pressed  with  cares, 

To  him,  in  grief,  I  cried ; 
His  mercy  listened  to  my  prayers, 
His  hand  my  wants  supplied. 

5  With  angel  hosts  encamped  around, 

To  guard  them  from  their  foes, 
What  peace,  what  glory,  have  they  found, 
Who  in  his  name  repose ! 

6  Oh,  magnify  the  Lord  with  me ! 

His  might,  his  mercies,  prove ; 
How  blest  his  sway  !  oh,  taste  and  see 
How  vast,  how  kind,  his  love ! 


1  f)OA    "  The  time  to  favor  her.  yea.  the  set 
-»-  U  Otfc .        time,  is  come" — Psalm  102. 

1  Let  Zion  and  her  sons  rejoice — 

Behold  the  promised  hour ! 
Her  God  hath  heard  her  mourning  voice, 
And  comes  t'  exalt  his  power. 

2  Her  dust  and  ruins  that  remain 

Are  precious  in  our  eyes ; 
Those  ruins  shall  be  built  again, 
And  all  that  dust  shall  rise. 

3  The  Lord  will  raise  Jerusalem, 

And  stand  in  glory  there ; 
Nations  shall  bow  before  his  name, 
And  kings  attend  with  fear. 

4  He  sits  a  sovereign  on  his  throne, 

With  pity  in  his  eyes  ; 
He  hears  the  dying  prisoners'  groan, 
And  sees  their  sighs  arise. 

5  He  frees  the  soul  condemned  to  death, 

Nor,  when  his  saints  complain, 
Shall  it  be  said  that  praying  breath 
Was  ever  spent  in  vain. 

6  This  shall  be  known  when  we  are  dead, 

And  left  on  long  record, 
That  nations  yet  unborn  may  read, 
And  trust  and  praise  the  Lord. 


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"  /77a  tender  mercies  are  over  all  His 
works." 

1  Thy  goodness,  Lord,  our  souls  confess ; 

Thy  goodness  we  adore  : 
A  spring,  whose  blessings  never  fail ; 
A  sea  without  a  shore  ! 

2  Sun,  moon,  and  stars,  thy  love  attest 

In  every  golden  ray  ; 
Love  draws"  the  curtains  of  the  night, 
And  love  brings  back  the  day. 

3  Thy  bounty  every  season  crowns 

With  all  "the  bliss  it  yields; 
With  joyful  clusters  loads  the  vines, 
With  strengthening  grain  the  helds. 

4  But  chiefly  thy  compassion,  Lord, 
Is  in  the  gospel  seen ; 

There,  like  a  sun,  thy  mercy  shines, 
Without  a  cloud  between. 

5  There  pardon,  peace,  and  holy  joy, 

Through  Jesus'  name  are  given ; 
He  on  the  cross  was  lifted  high, 
That  we  might  reign  in  heaven. 

muIIe  is  God,  the  faithful  God." 
Psalm  33. 

1  Let  all  the  just,  to  God  with  joy 

Their  cheerful  voices  raise  ; 
For  well  the  righteous  it  becomes 
To  sing  glad  songs  of  praise. 

2  For,  faithful  is  the  word  of  God  ; 

His  works  with  truth  abound  ; 

He  justice  loves,  and  all  the  earth 

Is  with  his  goodness  crowned. 

S  Whate'er  the  mighty  Lord  decrees, 
Shall  stand  for~ever  sure  ; 
The  settled  purpose  of  his  heart 
To  ages  shall  endure. 


4  Our  soul  on  God  with  patience  waits ; 

Our  help  and  shield  is  he  : 
Then,  Lord,  let  still  our  hearts  rejoice, 
Because  we  trust  in  thee. 

5  The  riches  of  thy  mercy,  Lord, 

Do  thou  to  us  extend; 
Since  we,  for  all  we  want  or  wish, 
On  thee  alone  depend. 

QftQ    "  I  knoto  thai  mif  Redeemer  UveiJi" 
<JU£7.  Job  19:  25. 

1  I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives ; 

He  lives  who  once  was  dead  : 
To  me  in  grief  he  comfort  gives ; 
With  peace  he  crowns  my  head. 

2  He  lives  triumphant  o'er  the  grave, 

At  God's  right  hand  on  high, 
My  ransomed  soul  to  keep  and  save, 
To  bless  and  glorify. 

3  He  lives  to  fill  my  breast  with  love, 

With  joy  my  heart  to  feed ; 
He  lives  to  plead  for  me  above, 
To  succor  me  in  need. 

■i  He  lives  that  I  may  also  live. 
And  noAV  his  grace  proclaim  ; 
He  lives  that  I  may  honor  give 
To  his  most  holy  name. 

5  Let  strains  of  heavenly  music  rise, 
While  all  their  anthem  sing 
To  Christ,  my  precious  sacrifice, 
And  ever-living  King. 

Doxologt. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

One  God  whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory  as  it  was,  is  now, 

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1  Come,  let  us  sing  the  song  of  songs — 

The  saints  in  heaven  began  the  strain — 
The  homage  which  to  Christ  belongs  : 
"  Worthy  the  Lamb,  for  he  was  slain !" 

2  Slain  to  redeem  us  by  his  blood, 

To  cleanse  from  every  sinful  stain, 
And  make  us  kings  and  priests  to  God — 
"  Worthy  the  Lamb,  for  he  was  slain !" 

3  To  him  who  suffered  on  the  tree, 

Our  souls,  at  his  soul's  price,  to  gain, 
Blessing,  and  praise,  and  glory  be : 
"  Worthy  the  Lamb,  for  he  was  slain !" 

4  To  him,  enthroned  by  filial  right, 

All  power  in  heaven  and  earth  proclaim, 
Honor,  and  majesty,  and  might : 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb,  for  he  was  slain !" 

5  Long  as  we  live,  and  when  we  die, 

And  while  in  heaven  with  him  we  reign; 
This  song  our  song  of  songs  shall  be  : 
"  Worthy  the  Lamb,  for  he  was  slain !" 

QQQ      "Stand  up,  my  soul,  shake  off  thy 
OOV.  fearsr 

1  Stand  up,  my  soul !  shake  off  thy  fears, 

And  gird  the  gospel  armor  on ; 
March  to  the  gates  of  endless  joy, 
Where  Jesus,  thy  great  Captain's  gone. 

2  Hell  and  thy  sins  resist  thy  course ; 

But  hell  and  sin  are  vanquished  foes : 
Thy  Jesus  nailed  them  to  the  cross, 
And  sung  the  triumph  when  he  rose. 

3  Then  let  my  soul  march  boldly  on  ; 

Press  forward  to  the  heavenly  gate : 
There  peace  and  joy  eternal  reign,  [wait. 
And  glitt'ring  robes  for  conquerors 
1  There  shall  I  wear  a  starry  crown, 
And  triumph  in  almighty  grace, 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  skies 
Join  in  my  glorious  Leader's  praise. 


QOfi  "  Tliey  shall  mount  up  with  wi7igs  as 
OOVJ.  eagles."— Isaiah  40:  31. 

1  Awake,  our  souls  !  away  our  fears ! 

Let  ever}-  trembling  thought  be  gone ; 
Awake,  and  run  the  heavenly  race, 
And  put  a  cheerful  courage  on ! 

2  True,  't  is  a  strait  and  thorny  road, 

And  mortal  spirits  tire  and  faint ; 
But  they  forget  the  mighty  God, 
Who  feeds  the  strength  of  every  saint— 

3  The  mighty  God,  whose  matchless  power 

Is  ever  new  and  ever  young, 
And  firm  endures,  while  endless  year3 
Their  everlasting  circles  run. 

4  From  thee,  the  overflowing  spring, 

Our  souls  shall  drink  a  fresh  supply ; 

While  such  as  trust  their  native  strength 

Shall  melt  away,  and  droop,  and  die. 

5  Swift  as  an  eagle  cuts  the  air 

We  '11  mount  aloft  to  thine  abode  ; 
On  wings  of  love  our  souls  shall  fly, 
Nor  tire  amid  the  heavenly  road ! 

AA1    "Stand  therefore— taking  the  shield  of 
^V-L.  faith." 

1  Awake,  my  soul !  lift  up  thine  eyes  ; 
See  where  thy  foes  against  thee  rise, 
In  long  array,  a  numerous  host ; 
Awake,  my  soul,  or  thou  art  lost ! 

2  Thou  tread'st  upon  enchanted  ground ; 
Perils  and  snares  beset  thee  round ; 
Beware  of  all ;  guard  every  part ; 

But  most,  the  traitor  in  thy  heart. 

3  Come  then,  my  soul !  now  learn  to  wield 
The  weight  of  thine  immortal  shield ; 
Put  on  the  armor,  from  above, 

Of  heavenly  trath,  and  heavenly  love. 

4  The  terror  and  the  charm  repel, 

And  powers  of  earth,  and  powers  of  hell; 
The  Man  of  Calvary  triumphed  here: 
Why  should  his  faithful  followers  fear  ? 


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1  KQ      "Bless  the  Lord,  0  my  soul." 
LOV.  Psalm  103. 

1  Bless,  0  my  soul !  the  living  God ; 
Call  home  thy  thoughts  that,  rove  abroad : 
Let  all  the  powers  within  me  join 

In  work  and  worship  so  divine. 

2  Bless,  O  my  soul !  the  God  of  grace, 
His  favors  claim  thy  highest  praise ; 
Why  should  the  wonders  he  hath  wrought 
Be  lost  in  silence,  and  forgot  ? 

3  'T  is  he,  my  soul,  that  sent  his  Son 

To  die  for  crimes  which  thou  hast  done ; 
He  owns  the  ransom,  and  forgives 
The  hourly  fellies  of  our  lives. 

4  Let  every  land  his  power  confess ; 
Let  all  the  earth  adore  his  grace : 

My  heart  and  tongue  with  rapture  join 
In  work  and  worship  so  divine. 


Glory  of  the  Grace  of  God. 


165. 

1  Now  to  the  Lord  a  noble  song : 
Awake,  my  soul !  awake,  my  tongue ! 
Hosanna  to  th'  eternal  Name, 

And  all  his  boundless  love  proclaim ! 

2  See  where  it  shines  in  Jesus'  face, 
The  brightest  image  of  his  grace : 
God,  mi  the  person  of  his  Son, 

Has  all  his  mightiest  works  outdone. 

8  Grace ! — 't  is  a  sweet,  a  charming  theme : 
My  thoughts  rejoice  at  Jesus1  name : 
Ye  angels,  dwell  upon  the  sound ; 
Ye  heavens,  reflect  it  to  the  ground! 

4  Oh,  may  I  live  to  reach  the  place 
Where  he  unvails  his  lovely  face ! 
Where  I  his  beauties  shall  behold, 
And  sing  his  name  to  harps  of  gold ! 


1  oA .  "  God  only  wise." 

1  Awake,  my  tongue,  thy  tribute  bring 
To  him  who  gave  thee  power  to  sing : 
Praise  him,  who  has  all  praise  above, 
The  source  of  wisdom  and  of  love. 

2  How  vast  his  knowledge !  how  profound ! 
A  depth  where  all  our  tho'ts  are  drown'd ! 
The  stars  he  numbers,  and  their  names 
He  gives  to  all  those  heavenly  flames. 

3  Through  each  bright  world  above,  behold 
Ten  thousand  thousand  charms  unfold ; 
Earth,  air,  and  mighty  seas  combine, 
To  speak  his  wisdom  all  divine. 

4  But  in  redemption,  oh,  what  grace ! 

Its  wonders,  oh,  what  thought  can  trace ! 
Here  wisdom  shines  for  ever  bright : 
Praise  him,  my  soul,  with  sweet  delight. 

Q^A  ^  I  will  praise  Thee  with  my  whole 
°  ^u-  heartr— Psalm  138. 

1  With  all  my  powers  of  heart  and  tongue, 
I  '11  praise  my  Maker  in  my  song ; 
Angels  shall  hear  the  notes  I  raise, 
Approve  the  song,  and  join  the  praise* 

2  To  God  I  cried  when  troubles  rose ; 
He  heard  me,  and  subdued  my  foes : 
He  did  my  rising  fears  control, 

And  strength  diffused  thro'  all  my  souL 

3  Amid  a  thousand  snares,  I  stand 
Upheld  and  guarded  by  thy  hand ; 
Thy  words  my  fainting  soul  revive, 
And  keep  my  dying  faith  alive. 

4  I  '11  sing  thy  truth  and  mercy,  Lord, 
I  '11  sing  the  wonders  of  thy  word ; 
Not  all  thy  works  and  names  below 
So  much  thy  power  and  glory  show. 


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1  The  Lord  our  God  is  full  of  might, 

The  winds  obey  his  will ; 
He  speaks,  and,  in  his  heavenly  height, 
The  rolling  sun  stands  still. 

2  Rebel,  ye  waves,  and  o'er  the  land 

With  threatening  aspect  roar : 

The  Lord  uplifts  his  awful  hand, 

And  chains  you  to  the  shore. 

3  Howl,  winds  of  night,  your  force  combine; 

Without  his  high  behest 
Ye  shall  not,  in  the  mountain-pine, 
Disturb  the  sparrow's  nest. 

4  His  voice  sublime  is  heard  afar, 

In  distant  peals  it  dies ; 
He  yokes  the  whirlwind  to  his  car, 
And  sweeps  the  howling  skies. 

5  Ye  nations,  bend — in  reverence  bend ; 

Ye  monarchs,  wait  his  nod, 
And  bid  the  choral  song  ascend 
To  celebrate  our  God. 

131.  The  Lord  of  All. 

1  The  Lord  our  God  is  Lord  of  all ; 

His  station  who  can  find ! 
I  hear  him  in  the  waterfall ; 
I  hear  him  in  the  wind. 

2  If  in  the  gloom  of  night  I  shroud, 

His  face  I  can  not  fly ; 
I  see  him  in  the  evening  cloud, 
And  in  the  morning  sky. 

3  He  lives,  he  reigns  in  every  land, 

From  winter's  polar  snows, 
To  where,  across  the  burning  sand, 
The  blasting  meteor  glows. 

4  He  smiles,  we  live ;  he  frowns,  we  die ; 

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He  rears  his  mighty  arm  on  high, 
We  fall  before  his  sword. 

5  He  bids  his  gales  the  fields  deform  ; 
Then,  when  his  thunders  cease, 
He  paints  his  rainbow  on  the  storm, 
And  lulls  the  winds  to  peace. 

143.     Eternity  of  God.— Psalm  102. 

1  Through  endless  years,thou  art  the  same, 

O  thou  eternal  God! 
Ages  to  come  shall  know  thy  name, 
And  tell  thy  works  abroad. 

2  The  strong  foundations  of  the  earth 

Of  old  by  thee  were  laid ; 
By  thee  the  beauteous  arch  of  heaven 
With  matchless  skill  was  made. 

3  Soon  shall  this  goodly  frame  of  things, 

Formed  by  thy  powerful  hand, 
Be,  like  a  vesture,  laid  aside, 
And  changed  at  thy  command. 

4  But  thy  perfections  all  divine, 

Eternal  as  thy  days, 
Through  everlasting  ages  shine, 
With  undiminished  rays. 

5  Our  children's  children,  still  thy  care, 

Shall  own  their  fathers'  God; 
To  latest  times  thy  favor  share, 
And  spread  thy  praise  abroad. 


God  a  Refuge  in  Temptation. 
Psalm  55. 


199. 

1  O  God,  my  Refuge,  hear  my  cries  1 

Behold  my  flowing  tears ; 
For.earth  and  hell  my  hurt  devise, 
And  triumph  in  my  fears. 

2  Oh,  were  I  like  some  gentle  dove, 

Soon  would  I  stretch  my  wings, 
And  fly,  and  make  a  long  remove 
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3  God  shall  preserve  my  soul  from  fear, 

Or  shield  me  when  afraid ; 
Ten  thousand  angels  must  appear, 
If  he  command  their  aid. 

4  By  morning  light  I  '11  seek  his  face, 

At  noon  repeat  my  cry ; 
The  night  shall  hear  me  ask  his  grace, 
Nor  will  he  long  deny. 

5  I  cast  my  hurdens  on  the  Lord, 

The  Lord  sustains  them  all ; 

My  courage  rests  upon  his  word 

That  saints  shall  never  fall. 

(*  Z.(\  "I was  brought  low,  and  lie  helped  me."" 
U'JU.  Psalm  116. 

1  I  love  the  Lord ;  he  heard  my  cries, 

And  pitied  every  groan : 
Long  as  I  live,  when  troubles  rise, 
I  '11  hasten  to  his  throne. 

2  I  love  the  Lord;  he  bowed  his  ear, 

And  chased  my  grief  away : 
Oh,  let  my  heart  no  more  despair, 
While  I  have  breath  to  pray ! 

3  The  Lord  beheld  me  sore  distressed, 

He  bade  my  pains  remove : 
Return,  my  soul,  to  God,  thy  rest, 
For  thou  hast  known  his  love ! 

4  My  God  hath  saved  my  soul  from  death, 

And  dried  my  falling  tears  ; 
Now  to  his  praise  I'll  spend  my  breath, 
And  my  remaining  years. 

669.    Unchanging  Trust.— Psalm  18. 

1  No  change  of  time  shall  ever  shock 

My  trust,  O  Lord,  in  thee; 
For  thou  hast  always  been  my  Rock, 
A  sure  defense  to  me. 

2  Thou,  my  deliverer  art,  O  God  ; 

My  trust  is  in  thy  power; 


Thou  art  my  shield  from  foes  abroad, 
My  safeguard,  and  my  tower. 

3  To  thee  will  I  address  my  prayer, 
To  whom  all  praise  I  owe ; 
So  shall  I,  by  thy  watchful  care, 
Be  saved  from  every  foe. 
-1  Then  let  Jehovah  be  adored, 
On  whom  my  hopes  depend ; 
For  who,  except  the  mighty  Lord, 
His  people  can  defend? 

Q  Q  "7  "  Why  sai/est  thou,  '  My  way  in  hid  from 

00  '  •        the  Lord  V  "—Isaiah  40  :  27-31. 

1  Whence  do  our  mournful  thoughts  arise, 

And  where  's  our  courage  fled  ? 
Has  restless  sin,  or  raging  hell, 
Struck  all  our  comforts  dead  ? 

3  Have  we  forgot  th'  almighty  Name 
That  formed  the  earth  and  sea? 
And  can  an  all-creating  arm 
Grow  weary  or  decay  ? 

3  Treasures  of  everlasting  might 

In  our  Jehovah  dwell; 
He  gives  the  conquest  to  the  weak, 
And  treads  their  foes  to  hell. 

4  Mere  mortal  power  shall  fade  and  die, 

And  youthful  vigor  cease  ; 
But  we  who  wait  upon  the  Lord 
Shall  feel  our  strength  increase. 

5  The  saints  shall  mount  on  eagles'  wings, 

And  taste  the  promised  bliss, 
Till  their  unwearied  feet  arrive, 
Where  perfect  pleasure  is. 

Doxology. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

One  God,  whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory  as  it  was,  is  now, 

And  shall  be  evermore ! 


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1  Be  joyful  in  God,  all  ye  lands  of  the 

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Oh,  serve  him  with  gladness  and  fear : 
Exult  in  his  presence  with  music  and 

mirth, 
With  love  and  devotion  draw  near. 

2  The  Lord  he  is  God,  and  Jehovah  alone, 

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And  we  are  his  people,  his  scepter  we 
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Your  vows  in  his  temple  proclaim  : 
His  praise  with  melodious  accordance 
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And  bless  his  adorable  name. 

4  For  good  is  the  Lord,  ever  gracious  and 
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And  we  are  the  work  of  his  hand  ; 
His  mercy  and  truth  from  eternity  stood, 
And  shall  to  eternity  stand. 


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1  The  Lord  is  great !  ye  hosts  of  heaven, 

adore  him ; 
And  ye,  who  tread  this  earthly  ball, 
In  holy  songs  rejoice  aloud  before  him, 
And  shout  his  praise  who  made  you 
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2  The  Lord  is  great!  his  majesty,  how  glo- 

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He  rules  and  reigns  for  evermore. 

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Ye  angels,  strike  your  golden  chords; 
O,  praise  our  God,  with  voice  and  harp 
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The    King    of  kings,  and    Lord  of 
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1  Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning ! 

Dawn  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us  thine  aid ; 
Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 

2  Cold  on  his  cradle  the  dew-drops  are  shining ; 

Low  lies  his  head  with  the  beasts  of  the  stall : 
Angels  adore  him,  in  slumber  reclining, 
Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Saviour  of  all ! 

3  Say,  shall  we  yield  him,  in  costly  devotion, 

Odors  of  Edom,  and  offerings  divine? 
Gems  of  the  mountain,  and  pearls  of  the  ocean, 
Myrrh  from  the  forest,  or  gold  from  the  mine  f 

4  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation, 

Vainly  with  gold  would  his  favors  secure : 
Richer,  by  far,  is  the  heart's  adoration  ; 
Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 

5  Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning! 

Dawn  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us  thine  aid ; 
Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 

1 U O U .  "  Arise,  shine,  for  thy  light  is  come* 

1  Daughter  of  Zion  !  awake  from  thy  sadness  : 

Awake,  for  thy  foes  shall  oppress  thee  no  more ; 
Bright  o'er  thy  hills  dawns  the  day-star  cf  gladness; 
Arise !  for  the  night  of  thy  sorrow  is  o'er. 

2  Strong  were  thy  foes,  but  the  arm  that  subdued  them, 

And  scattered  their  legions,  was  mightier  far; 
They  fled,  like  the  chaff,  from  the  scourge  that  pursued  them ; 
For  vain  were  their  steeds  and  their  chariots  of  war  1 

3  Daughter  of  Zion  !  the  Power  that  hath  saved  thee, 

Extolled  with  the  harp  and  the  timbrel  should  be: 
Shout !  for  the  foe  is  destroyed  that  enslaved  thee, 
Th'  oppressor  is  vanquished,  and  Zion  is  free ! 

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±  -^  •  down."— Psalm  IS. 

1  Tiie  Lord  descended  from  above, 

And  bowed  the  heavens  most  high  ; 
And  underneath  his  feet  he  cast 
The  darkness  of  the  sky. 

2  On  cherub  and  on  cherubim, 

Full  royally,  he  rode  ; 
And  on  the  wings  of  mighty  winds 
Came  flying  all  abroad. 

3  He  sat  serene  upon  the  floods, 

Their  fury  to  restrain  ; 
And  he,  as  Sovereign,  Lord,  and  King, 
For  evermore  shall  reign. 

4  The  Lord  will  give  his  people  strength, 

Whereby  they  shall  increase  ; 
And  he  will  bless  his  chosen  flock 
With  everlasting  peace. 

5  Give  glory  to  his  awful  name, 

And  honor  him  alone ; 
Give  worship  to  his  majesty 
Upon  his  holy  throne. 


1  QA    "  Canst  thou,  by  searching,  find  out 
XOt.  God?" 

1  How    wondrous    great,    how   glorious 

bright 
Must  our  Creator  be, 
Who  dwells  amid  the  dazzling  light 
Of  an  eternal  day  ! 

2  Onr  soaring  spirits  upward  rise, 

Toward  the  celestial  throne  : 
Fain  would  we  see  the  blessed  Three, 
And  the  almighty  One. 

3  Our  reason  stretches  all  its  wings, 

And  climbs  above  the  skies  ; 
But  still,  how  far  beneath  thy  feet 
Our  groveling  reason  lies ! 


•1  Lord,  here  we  bend  our  humble  souls, 
In  awe  and  love  adore ; 
For  the  weak  pinions  of  our  mind 
Can  stretch  a  thought  no  more. 

5  Thy  glories  infinitely  rise 

Above  our  laboring  tongue  ; 
In  vain  the  highest  seraph  tries 
To  form  an  equal,,  song. 

3  In  humble  notes  our  faith  adores 
The  great,  mysterious  King ; 
While  angels  strain  their  nobler  powers, 
And  sweep  th'  immortal  string. 

2ioK).  "  God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way? 

1  God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way 

His  wonders  to  perform  ; 
He  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea, 
And  rides  upon  the  storm. 

2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never-failing  skill, 
He  treasures  up  his  bright  designs, 
And  works  his  sovereign  will. 

3  Ye  fearful  saints,  fresh  courage  take : 

The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 
In  blessings  ou  your  head. 

4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 

But  trust  him  for  his  grace : 
Behind  a  frowning  providence 
He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

5  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 

Unfolding  every  hour ; 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 
But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 

6  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 

And  scan  his  work  in  vain  ; 
God  is  his  own  interpreter, 
And  he  will  make  it  plain. 


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1  To  him  who  loved  the  souls  of  men, 

And  washed  us  in  his  blood, 
To  royal  honors  raised  our  head, 
And  made  us  priests  to  God ; — 

2  To  him  let  every  tongue  be  praise, 

And  every  heart  be  love  ; 
All  grateful  honors  paid  on  earth, 
And  nobler  songs  above  ! 

3  Behold,  on  flying  clouds  he  comes  ! 

His  saints  shall  bless  the  day ; 
While  they  that  pierced  him  sadly  mourn 
In  anguish  and  dismay. 

4  Thou  art  the  First,  and  thou  the  Last ; 

Time  centers  all  in  thee, — 
Th'  almighty  God,  who  was,  and  is, 
And  evermore  shall  be. 

OOU.  God  revealed  in  the  Atonement. 

1  Father,  how  wide  thy  glory  shines  ! 

How  high  thy  wonders  rise ! 
Known  through  the  earth  by  thousand 
signs, 
By  thousand  through  the  skies. 

2  Those  mighty  orbs  proclaim  thy  power, 

Their  motions  speak  thy  skill ; 
And  on  the  wings  of  every  hour 
We  read  thy  patience  stilL 

3  But  when  we  view  thy  strange  design 

To  save  rebellious  worms, 
Where  vengeance  and  compassion  join 
In  their  divinest  forms, — 

4  Here  the  whole  Deity  is  known ; 

Nor  dares  a  creature  guess 
Which  of  the  glories  brightest  ehonc, 
The  justice, "or  the  grace. 
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5  Now  the  full  glories  of  the  Lamb 
Adorn  the  heavenly  plains  ; 
Bright  seraphs  learn  Immanuel's  name, 
And  try  their  choicest  strains. 

0  Oh,  may  I  bear  some  humble  part 
In  that  immortal  song ! 
Wonder  and  joy  shall  tune  my  heart 
And  love  command  my  tongue. 


■±bo.  An  ancient  Ilymn  to  tlie  Trinity. 

1  To  God  be  glory,  peace  on  earth, 

To  all  mankind  good  will ; 
We  bless,  we  praise,  we  worship  thee, 
And  glorify  thee  still ; 

2  And  thanks  for  thy  great  glorv  give, 

That  tills  our  souls  with  light : 
O  Lord,  our  heavenly  King,  the  God 
And  Father  of  all  might! 

3  And  thou,  begotten  Son  of  God, 

Before  all  time  begun  ; 
O  Jesus  Christ,  thou  Lamb  of  God, 
The  Father's  only  Son ; 

4  Thou  who  the  sins  of  all  the  world 

Dost  fully  take  away, 
Have  mercy,  Saviour  of  mankind, 
And  hear  us  when  we  pray ! 

5  O  thou,  who  sitt'st  at  God's  right  hand, 

Upon  the  Father's  throne, 
Have  mercy  on  us,  thou,  O  Christ, 
Who  art  the  Holy  One ! 

0  Thou,  only  with  the  Holy  Ghost 
Whom  earth  and  heaven  adore, 
In  fflory  of  the  Father  art 
Most  high  for  evermore! 


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J  U .  Pastoral  Benediction. 

1  Now  may  the  Lord  our  Shepherd  lead 

To  living  streams  his  little  floek  ; 
May  he  in  flowery  pastures  feed, 
Shade  us  at  noon  beneath  the  rock ! 

2  Now  may  we  hear  our  Shepherd's  voice, 

And  gladly  answer  to  his  call ; 
Now  may  our  hearts  for  him  rejoice, 
Who  knows,  and  names,  and  loves  us 
all. 

3  When  the  Chief  Shepherd  shall  appear, 

And  small  and  great  before  him  stand, 
Oh,  be  the  flock  assembling  here 
Found  with  the  sheep  on  his  right  hand! 

04  7.        Brief  Call  to  praise  Christ 

1  Worthy  the  Lamb  of  boundless  sway, 

In  earth  and  heaven  the  Lord  of  all: 
Let  all  the  powers  of  earth  obey, 
And  low  before  his  footstool  fall. 

2  Higher,  still  higher,  swell  the  strain  : 

Creation's  voice  the  note  prolong ! 
Jesus,  the  Lamb,  shall  ever  reign  : 
Let  hallelujahs  crown  the  song  ! 

4/0.  "  Thy  wondrous  ATa»?e." 

1  Great  One  in  Three,  great  Three  in  One  ! 

Thy  wondrous  name  we  sound  abroad ; 
Prostrate  we  fall  before  thy  throne, 
O  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 

2  Thee,  Holy  Father,  we  confess  ; 

Thee,  Holy  Saviour,  we  adore  ; 
And  thee,  O "Holy  Ghost,  we  bless 
And  praise  and  worship  evermore. 

5  Thou  art  by  heaven  and  earth  adored 

Thy  universe  is  full  of  thee, 
O  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord ! 
Great  Three  in  One,  great    One    in 
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1C\(\  Q    "  Who  is  for  you  a  faithful  minister 
OUO.  of  Christ."— CoL'l :  7. 

1  With  heavenly  power,  O  Lord,  defend 
Him  whom  we  now  to  thee  commend ; 
Thy  faithful  messenger  secure, 

And  make  him  to  the  end  endure. 

2  Gird  him  with  all-sufficient  grace ; 
Direct  his  feet  in  paths  of  peace  ; 
Thy  truth  and  faithfulness  fulfill, 
And  arm  him  to  obey  thy  will. 

1  "I  0-t     "  To  let  the  oppressed  go  free,  and 
-*-  ■*-  ^"^  •  break  every  yoke.'''' 

1  Lord,  when  thine  ancient  people  cried, 

Oppressed  and  bound  by  Egypt's  king, 
Thou  didst  Arabia's  sea  divide, 
And  forth  thy  fainting  Israel  bring. 

2  Lo !  in  these  latter  days,  our  land 

Groans  with  the  anguish  of  the  slave  ! 
Lord  God  ofhosts!  stretch  forth  thy  hand , 
Not  shortened  that  it  can  not  save. 

3  Roll  back  the  swelling  tide  of  sin, — 

The  lust  of  gain,  the  lust  of  power  ; 
The  day  of  freedom  usher  in  : 
How  long  delays  th'  appointed  hour  ? 

4  As  thou  of  old  to  Miriam's  hand 

The  thrilling  timbrel  didst  restore, 
And  to  her  joyful  song  the  land 
Echoed  from  desert~to  the  shore, — 

5  Oh,  let  thy  smitten  ones  again 

Take  up  the  chorus  of  the  free  : 
"  Praise  ye  the  Lord !  his  power  proclaim, 
For  he  hath  conquered  gloriously  ! 

nO  C    "  All  kings  shall  fall  down  before 
AO.  Hi  hi."1 

1  Let  the  seventh  angel  sound  on  high ; 
Let  shouts  be  heard  through  all  the  skj; 
Kings  of  the  earth,  with  glad  accord, 
Give  up  your  kingdom  to  the  Lord. 

3  Almighty  God !  thy  power  assume, 
Who  wast,  and  art",  and  art  to  come; 
Jesus,  the  Lamb,  who  on*c  was  slain, 
For  ever  live, — for  ever  reign ! 


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189.   Tfie  Glory  of  Jehovah.— Tsahn  97. 

L  Jehovah  reigns ;  his  throne  is  high, 
His  robes  are  light  and  majesty  : 
His  glory  shines  with  beams  so  bright, 
No  mortal  can  sustain  the  sight. 

I  His  terrors  keep  the  world  in  awe ; 
His  justice  guards  his  holy  law  : 
His  love  reveals  a  smiling  face ; 
His  truth  and  promise  seal  the  grace. 

J  Thro'  all  his  works  what  wisdom  shines! 
He  baffles  Satan's  deep  designs  ; 
His  power  is  sovereign  to  fulfil] 
The  noblest  counsels  of  his  will. 

I  And  will  this  glorious  Lord  descend 

;    To  be  my  Father  and  my  Friend  ? 
Then  let  my  songs  withangels  join, 

i    Heaven  is  secure,  if  God  is  mine. 

[lOP^n  "  The  same  yesterday,  and  to-day,  and 
\ao\J.  jor  everr—keb.  13 :  8. 

L  With  transport,  Lord,  our  souls  proclaim 

Th'  immortal  honor  of  thy  name  ; 
■     Assembled  round  our  Saviour's  throne, 
We  make  his  ceaseless  glories  known. 

I  Through  all  revolving  ages,  he 
The  same  hath  been,  the  same  shall  be  : 
Immortal  radiance  gilds  his  head, 
While  stars  and  suns  wax  old  and  fade. 

5  The  same  his  power  his  flock  to  guard ; 
The  same  his  bounty  to  reward  ; 
The  same  his  faithfulness  and  love 
To  saints  on  earth,  and  saints  above. 

4  Let  nature  change,  and  sink,  and  die, 
Jesus  shall  raise  his  chosen  high, 
And  fix  them  near  his  steadfast  throne, 
In  glory  changeless  as  his  own. 

1  I  0  K    "■£  tli6  Lord,  mill  Jiasten  it  in  his 
x±vu.  time." 

1  Hasten,  O  Lord,  that  happy  time, 
That  dear,  expected,  blessed  day  ! 


When  men  of  even7  race  and  clime 
The  Saviour's  precepts  shall  obey. 

2  In  one  sweet  symphony*  of  praise, 

Gentile  and  Jew  shall  then  unite  ; 
And  all  the  wrongs  that  man  has  wrought 
Sink  in  th'  abyss  of  endless  night. 

3  Then  Afric's  Ions:  enslaved  sons 

Shall  join  with  Europe's  polished  race, 
To  celebrate,  in  different  tongues, 
The  glories  of  redeeming  grace  ; 

4  From  east  to  west,  from  north  to  south, 

Immanuel's  kingdom  shall  extend ; 
And  every  man,  in  every  face, 
Shall  meet  a  brother  and  a  friend. 

JL  JL  -L  U .  Prayer  for  general  Peace. 

1  Thy  footsteps,  Lord,  with  joy  we  trace, 
And  mark  the  conquests  of  thy  grace  ; 
Complete  the  work  thou  hast  begun, 
And  let  thy  will  on  earth  be  clone. 

2  Oh,  show  thyself  the  Prince  of  peace; 
Command  the  din  of  war  to  cease  : 
Oh,  bid  contending  nations  rest, 
And  let  thy  love  rule  every  breast ! 

3  Then  peace  returns  with  balmy  wing ; 
Glad  plenty  laughs,  the  valleys  sing ; 
Reviving  commerce  lifts  her*head, 
And  want  and  woe  and  hate  have  fled. 

4  Thou  good  and  wise,  and  righteous  Lord, 
All  move  subservient  to  thy  word ; 

Oh,  soon  let  ever}'  nation  prove 
The  perfect  joy  of  Christian  love  ! 

Doxologt. 

Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow  t 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below! 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host  ! 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy'Ghost ! 


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99.  Prarse  to  Jehovah. 

1  Praise  to  thee,  thou  great  Creator! 

Praise  to  thee  from  every  tongue : 
Join,  my  soul,  with  every  creature, 
Join  the  universal  song. 

2  Father,  Source  of  all  compassion, 

Pure,  unbounded  grace  is  thine : 
Hail  the  God  of  our  salvation  ! 
Praise  him  for  his  love  divine. 


S  For  ten  thousand  blessings  given, 
For  the  hope  of  future  joy, 
Sound  his  praise  thro'  earth  and  heaven, 
Sound  Jehovah's  praise  on  high. 
4  Joyfully  on  earth  adore  him, 

Till  in  heaven  our  song  we  raise ; 

There,  enraptured,  fall  before  him, 

Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 


394.      "The  Desire  of  all  nations." 

1  Come,  thou  long-expected  Jesus, 

Born  to  set  thy  people  free ; 
From  our  fears  and  sins  release  us, 
Let  us  find  our  rest  in  thee. 

2  Israel's  strength  and  consolation, 

Hope  of  all  the  earth  thou  art ; 


Dear  desire  of  every  nation, 
Joy  of  every  longing  heart. 

3  Born,  thy  people  to  deliver; 

Born  a  child,  and  yet  a  king; 
Born  to  reign  in  us  for  ever, 
Now  thy  gracious  kingdom  bring. 

4  By  thine  own  eternal  Spirit, 

Pvule  in  all  our  hearts  alone ; 
By  thine  all-sufficient  merit, 
"Raise  us  to  thy  glorious  throne. 


967. 

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From  grace  to  glory.'" 


Know,  my  soul,  thy  full  salvation ; 

Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care ; 
Joy  to  find  in  every  station 

Something  still  to  do  or  bear : 
Think  what  Spirit  dwells  within  thee ; 

Think  what  Father's  smiles  are  thine; 
Think  that  Jesus  died  to  win  thee : 

Child  of  heaven,  canst  thou  repine  ? 

2  Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory, 

Armed  by  faith,  and  winged  by  prayer; 

Heaven's  eternal  day  before  thee — 
God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there. 

Soon  shall  close  thine  earthly  mission, 
Soon  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days  ; 


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Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise. 


1011. 


•lam  a  miracle  of  Grace.' 


1  Hail,  my  ever  blessed  Jesus ! 

Only  thee  I  wish  to  sing ; 
To  ciy  soul  thy  name  is  precious, 

Thou  my  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King; 
Oh,  what  mercy  flows  from  heaven ! 

Oh,  what  joy  and  happiness  ! 
Love  I  much  ?  I  've  much  forgiven — 

I'ma  miracle  of  grace ! 

2  Once  with  Adam's  race  in  ruin, 

Unconcerned  in  sin  I  lay ; 
Swift  destruction  still  pursuing. 

Till  my  Saviour  passed  that  way : 
Witness  all  ye  hosts  of  heaven, 

My  Redeemer's  tenderness : 
Love  I  much  ?  I've  much  forgiven — 

I  'm  a  miracle  of  grace ! 

3  Shout,  ye  bright,  angelic  choir! 

Praise  the  Lamb  enthroned  above! 
While,  astonished,  I  admire 

God's  free  grace  and  boundless  love : 
That  blest  moment  I  received  him 

Filled  my  soul  with  joy  and  peace: 
Love  I  much?  I've  much  forgiven — 

I  'in  a  miracle  of  grace  ! 


1071. 


'And  David  said,  '■Blessed  be  Thou? 
1  Cliron.  29 :  10—23. 


1  Blest  be  thou,  O  God  of  Israel ! 

Thou,  our  Father  and  our  Lord! 
Majesty  is  thine  for  ever ; 
Ever  be  thy  name  adored. 

2  Thine,  O  Lord,  are  power  and  greatness ; 

Glory,  victory,  are  thine  own  ; 

All  is  thine  in  earth  and  heaven, 

Over  all  thy  boundless  throne. 

3  Riches  come  of  thee,  and  honor: 

Power  and  might  to  thee  belong  ; 
Thine  it  is  to  make  us  prosper, 
Only  thine  to  make  us  strong. 

4  Lord,  our  God,  for  these,  thy  bounties, 

Hymns  of  gratitude  we  raise  ; 
To  thy  name,  for  ever  glorious, 
Ever  we  address  our  praise. 


Doxologt. 

Pratse  the  God  of  our  salvation, 

Praise  the  Father's  boundless  love: 
Praise  the  Lamb,  our  expiation  ; 

Praise  the  Spirit  from  above  : 
Praise  the  Fountain  of  salvation 

Him  by  whom  our  spirits  live 
Undivided  adoration 

To  the  one  Jehovah  give  ! 


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TOO     "  The  Lord  sitfeth  upon  the  flood:' 
J--0'  Psalm  29. 

1  Give  to  the  Lord,  ye  sons  of  fame, 
Give  to  the  Lord  renown  and  power : 
Ascribe  new  honors  to  his  name, 
And  his  eternal  might  adore. 

2  The  Lord  proclaims  his  power  aloud, 
O'er  all  the  ocean  and  the  land ; 

His  voice  divides  the  watery  cloud, 
And  lightnings  blaze  at  his  command. 

3  The  Lord  sits  Sovereign  on  the  flood  ; 
The  Thunderer  reigns  for  ever  King ; 
But  makes  his  church  his  blest  abode 
Where  we  his  awful  glories  sing. 

4  In  gentler  language,  there  the  Lord' 
The  counsels  of  his  grace  imparts  : 
Amid  the  raging  storm,  his  word 
Speaks  peace  arid  courage  to  our  hearts. 

1 3  3 .  God  All-powerful. 

1  The  Lord,  the  God  of  glory,  reigns, 
In  robes  of  majesty  arrayed  ; 

His  rule  omnipotence  sustains, 
And  guides  the  worlds  his  hands  have 
made. 

2  Ere  rolling  worlds  began  to  move, 

Or  ere  the  heavens  were  spread  abroad, 
Thine  awful  throne  was  fixed  above ; 
From  everlasting  thou  art  God. 
8  The  swelling  floods  tumultuous  rise, 
Aloud  the  angry  tempests  roar ; 
Lift  their  proud  billows  to  the  skies, 
And  foam,  and  lash  the  trembling  shore. 

4  The  Lord,  the  mighty  God,  on  high, 
Controls  the  fiercely  raging  seas ; 

He  speaks : — and  noise^aud  tenrpest  fly, 
The  waves  sink  down  in  gentle  peace. 

5  Thy  sovereign  laws  are  ever  sure, 
Eternal  purity  is  thine; 


And,  Lord,  thy  people  shall  be  pure, 
And  in  thy  blest  resemblance  shine. 

m"  Who  can  show  forth  all  His  praiae  V 
Psalm  106. 

1  Oh  render  thanks  to  God  above, 
The  fountain  of  eternal  love  ; 
Whose  mercy  firm,  through  ages  past, 
Hath  stood,  and  shall  for  ever  last. 

2  Who  can  his  mighty  deeds  express — 
Not  only  vast,  but  numberless ! 
What  mortal  eloquence  can  raise 
His  tribute  of  immortal  praise ! 

3  Extend  to  me  that  favor,  Lord, 
Thou  to  thy  chosen  dost  afford ; 
When  thou  return'st  to  set  them  free, 
Let  thy  salvation  visit  me. 

4  Oh,  render  thanks  to  God  above, 
The  fountain  of  eternal  love ; 

His  mercy  firm,  through  ages  past, 
Hath  stood,  and  shall  for  ever  last. 


Every  day  will  Ihless  Tliee.' 
Psalm  145. 


824. 

1  My  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praise 
Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days ; 
Thy  grace  employ  my  humble  tongue, 
Till  death  and  glory  raise  the  song. 

2  The  wings  of  even'  hour  shall  bear 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  thine  ear  ; 
And  every  setting  sun  shall  see 
New  works  of  duty  done  for  thee. 

3  Let  distant  times  and  nations  raise 
The  long  succession  of  thy  praise  ; 
And  unborn  ages  make  my  song 
The  joy  and  triumph  of  their  tongue. 

4  But  who  can  speak  thy  wondrous  deeds  ? 
Thy  greatness  all  our  thoughts  exceeds; 
Vast  and  unsearchable  tby  ways  ! 

Vast  and  immortal  be  thy  praise  ! 


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248.     "Equal  with  Cod."— Phil.  2  :  C. 

1  Brigiit  King  of  glory!  dreadful  God! 
Our  spirits  bow  before  thy  seat ; 
To  thee  we  lift  an  humble  thought, 
And  worship  at  thine  awful  feet" ! 

A  thousand  seraphs,  strong  and  bright, 
Stand  round  the  glorious  f)eity ; 
But  who,  among  the  sons  of  light, 
Pretends  comparison  with  thee  ? 

3  Yet  there  is  one,  of  human  frame, 
Jesus,  arrayed  in  flesh  and  blood, 
Thinks  it  no  robbery  to  claim 

A  full  equality  withf  God. 

4  Then,  let  the  name  of  Christ,  our  King, 
With  equal  honors  be  adored : 

His  praise  let  every  angel  sing, 
And  all  the  nations  own  him  Lord. 

J.01.  "  Co,  worship  at  ImmanueVs  feet" 

1  Go,  worship  at  Immanuel's  feet ; 
See  in  his  face  what  wonders  meet : 
Earth  is  too  narrow  to  express 
His  worth,  his  glory,  or  his  grace. 

2  Nor  earth,  nor  seas,  nor  sun,  nor  stars, 
Nor  heaven  his  full  resemblance  bears  : 
His  beauties  we  can  never  trace, 

Till  we  behold  him  faee  to  face. 

3  Oh,  let  me  climb  those  higher  skies, 
Where  storms  and  darkness  never  rise : 
There  he  displays  his  power  abroad, 
Andshines,  and  reigns,  tli'  incarnate  God! 


Unto  Him  t7>at  loved  us.' 
lie  v.  1 :  5-7. 
1  Now  to  the  Lord,  who  makes  us  know 
The  wonders  of  his  dying  love, 
Be  humble  honors  paid  below, 
And  straius  of  nobler  praise  above ! 


2  'T  was  he  who  cleansed  our  foulest  sins, 
And  washed  us  in  his  precious  blood ; 
'T  is  he  who  makes  us  priests  and  kings, 
And  brings  us  rebels  near  to  God. 

3  To  Jesus,  our  atoning  Priest, 
To  Jesus,  our  eternal  Bang, 

Be  everlasting  power  confessed ! 
Let  every  tongue  his  glory  sing. 

4  Behold !  on  flying  clouds  he  comes, 
And  every  eye  shall  see  him  move  ; 
Tho'  with  our  sins  we  pierced  him  once, 
He  now  displays  his  pardoning  love. 

5  The  unbelieving  world  shall  wail, 
While  we  rejoice  to  see  the  day : 
Come,  Lord,  nor  let  thy  promise  fail, 
Nor  let  thy  chariot  long  dekvy. 

0  8 1 .  "  Vie  Prince  of  Life:' 

1  Hail  to  the  Prince  of  life  and  peace, 
Who  holds  the  keys  of  death  and  hell ! 
The  spacious  world  unseen  is  his, 

And  sovereign  power  becomes  him  well. 

2  In  shame  and  anguish  once  he  died  ; 
But  now  he  lives  for  evermore : 
Bow  down,  ye  saints,  around  his  seat, 
And,  all  ye  angel-bands,  adore. 

3  So  live  for  ever,  glorious  Lord, 

To  crush  thy  foes  and  guard  thy  friends; 
While  all  thy  chosen  tribes  rejoice 
That  thy  dominion  never  ends. 

4  Worthy  thy  hand  to  hold  the  keys, 
Guided  by  wisdom  and  by  love ; 
Worthy  to  rule  o'er  mortal  life, 
O'er  worlds  below,  and  worlds  above. 

5  For  ever  reign,  victorious  King! 
Wide  thro'  the  earth  thy  name  be  known ; 
And  call  my  longing  soul  to  sing 
Sublimer  anthems  near  thy  throne. 


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"  Worship  the  Lord  in  the  beauty  of 
holiness." — Psalm  96. 


1  Let  all  the  earth  their  voices  raise, 
To  sing  the  choicest  psalm  of  praise ; 

To  sing  and  hless  Jehovah's  name : 
His  glory  let  the  heathen  know ; 
His  wonders  to  the  nations  show ; 

And  all  his  saving  works  proclaim. 

2  He  framed  the  globe,  he  built  the  sky 
He  made  the  shining  worlds  on  high, 

And  reigns  complete  in  glory  there : 
His  beams  are  majesty  and  light ; 
His  beauties,  how  divinely  bright ! 

His  temple,  how  divinely  fair ! 

3  Come  the  great  day,  the  glorious  hour, 
When  earth  shall  feel  his  saving  power. 

And  barb'rous  nations  fear  his  name ! 
Then  shall  the  race  of  man  confess 
The  beauty  of  his  holiness, 

And  in  his  courts  his  grace  proclaim. 


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Everlasting  Praise  to  Jehovah. 
Psalm  146. 


1  I'll  praise  my  Maker  with  my  breath ; 
And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers : 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last, 

Or  immortality  endures. 

2  Happy  the  man  whose  hopes  rely 
On  Israel's  God ;  he  made  the  sky, 

And  earth,  and  seas,  with  all  their  train : 
His  truth  for  ever  stands  secure 
He  saves  th'  oppressed,  he  feeds  the  poor: 

And  uoue  shall  find  his  promise  vain. 


3  The  Lord  hath  eyes  to  give  the  blind, 
The  Lord  supports  the  sinking  mind; 

He  sends  the  lab'ring  conscience  peace, 
He  helps  the  stranger  in  distress, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherless, 

And  grants  the  prisoner  sweet  release. 

4  He  loves  his  saints,  he  knows  them  well, 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell : 

Thy  God,  O  Zion,  ever  reigns ! 
Let  every  tongue,  let  every  age, 
In  this  exalted  work  engage : 

Praise  him  in  everlasting  strains. 


5  I  '11  praise  him  while  he  lends  me  breath ; 
And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers ; 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  post, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last, 

Or  immortality  endures. 


A  OA     "  More  to  be  desired  than  gold." 
"±0±.  Psalm  19. 

1  I  love  the  volume  of  thy  word  ; 
What  light  and  joy  those  leaves  afford 
To  souls  benighted  and  distressed ! 
Thy  precepts  guide  my  doubtful  way, 
Thy  fear  forbids  my  feet  to  stray. 
Thy  promise  leads  my  heart  to  rest. 


Thy  threatenings  wake  my  slumbering 

eyes, 
And  warn  me  where  my  danger  lies; 

But  'tis  thy  blessed  gospel,"  Loud, 
That  makes  my  guilty  conscience  clean, 
Converts  my  soul,  subdues  my  sin, 

And  gives  a  free,  but  large  reward. 


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Who  knows  the  errors  of  his  thoughts? 
My  God,  forgive  my  secret  faults, 

And  from  presumptuous  sins  restrain  : 
Accept  my  poor  attempts  of  praise, 
That  I  have  read  thy  book  of  grace, 
And  book  of  nature  not  in  vain. 


■I  o >jc)      "  Shall  he  deliver  his  soul ?" 
*^'^«  Psalm  S9. 

L  Think,  mighty  God,  on  feeble  man, 
How  few  his  hours,  how  short  his  span! 

Short  from  the  cradle  to  the  grave : 
Who  can  secure  his  vital  breath 
Against  the  bold  demands  of  death, 
With  skill  to  fly,  or  power  to  save  ? 


2  Lord,  shall  it  be  for  ever  said, 
The  race  of  man  was  onlj"  made 

For  sickness,  sorrow,  and  the  dust  ? 
Are  not  thy  servants,  day  by  day, 
Sent  to  their  graves,  and  turned  to  clay  ? 

Lord,where  's  thy  kindness  to  the  just  ? 


3  Hast  thou  not  promised  to  thy  Son, 
And  all  his  seed,  a  heavenly  crown  ? 

But  flesh  and  sense  indulge  despair: 
For  ever  blessed  be  the  Lord, 
That  Faith  can  read  his  holy  word, 

And  find  a  resurrection  there. 

4  For  ever  blessed  be  the  Lord, 
Who  gives  his  saints  a  long  reward 

For  all  their  toil,  reproach,  and  pain  : 
Let  all  below,  and  all  above 
Join  to  proclaim  thy  wondrous  love, 

And  each  repeat  his  loud  Amen ! 


1282     "  ™e  righteous  judgment  of  God." 

(A  Hymn  of  the  Thirteenth  Century. ) 

1  The  last  loud  trumpet's  wondrous  sound 
Shall  wake  the  nations  under  ground  : 
Where,  then,  my  God,  shall  1  be  found, — 

2  When  all  shall  stand  before  thy  throne, 
When  thou  shalt  make  their"  sentence 

known, 
And  all  thy  righteous  judgment  own ! 

3  Thou,  who  for  sinners  felt  such  pain, 
Whose  precious    blood    the  cross  did 

stain, 
Who  did  for  us  its  curse  sustain, — 

4  By  all  that  man's  redemption  cost, 
Let  not  my  trembling  soul  be  lost, 
In  storms  of  guilty  terror  tossed  I 

5  Give  me  in  that  dread  day  a  place 
Among  thy  chosen,  faithful  race, 
The  sons  oi  God,  and  heirs  of  grace. 

6  Trembling  before  thy  throne  I  bend ; 
My  God,  my  Father,  and  my  Friend, 
Do  not  forsake  me  in  the  end ! 


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The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  be 

Eternal  praise  and  glory  given, — 
Through  all  the  worlds  where  God  is 

known, 
By  all  the  angels  near  the  throne, 

And  all  the~saints  in  earth  and  heaven  if 


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1 19.  "27' e  hand  that  made  lis  is  Divine.'1'' 

1  The  spacious  firmament  on  high, 
With  all  the  blue  ethereal  sky, 

And  spangled  heavens,  a  shining  frame, 
Their  great  Original  proclaim. 

2  TV  unwearied  sun,  from  clay  to  day, 
Does  his  Creator's  power  display, 
And  publishes  to  every  land 

The  work  of  an  Almighty  hand. 

S  Soon  as  the  evening  shades  prevail, 
The  moon  takes  up  the  wondrous  talc, 
And  nightly  to  the  listening  earth 
Repeats  the  story  of  her  birth ; 

4  While  all  the  stars  that  round  her  burn, 
And  all  the  planets  in  their  tarn, 
Confirm  the  tidings  as  they  roll, 

And  spread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole. 

5  What  though,  in  solemn  silence  all 
Move  round  this  dark,  terrestrial  ball  ? 
What  though  no  real  voice  nor  sound 
Amid  their  radiant  orbs  be  found  ? 

6  In  reason's  ear  they  all  rejoice, 
And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice ; 
For  ever  singing  as  they  shine, 

ik  The  hand  that  made  us  is  Divine." 


192.       God  our  fiefuge.—'Psalm  46. 

1  God  is  the  refuge  of  his  saints, 

When  storms  of  sharp  distress  invade; 
Ere  we  can  offer  our  complaints, 
Behold  him  present  with  his  aid. 

2  Let  mountains  from  their  seats  be  hurled 

Down  to  the  deep,  and  buried  there, 
Convulsions  shake  the  solid  world  ; 
Our  faith  shall  never  yield  to  fear. 

3  Loud  may  the  troubled  ocean  roar; 

In  sacred  peace  our  souls  abide ; 
While  every  nation,  every  shore, 
Trembles  and  dreads  the  swelling  tide. 

4  There  is'a  stream,  whose  gentle  flow 

Supplies  the  city  of  our  God, 
Life,  love,  and  joy,  still  gliding  through, 
And  watering  our  divine  abode. 

5  That  sacred  stream,  thine  holy  word, 

Our  grief  allays,  our  fear  controls ; 
Sweet  peace  thy  promises  afford, 
And  give  new  strength  to  fainting 
souls. 

6  Zion  enjoys  her  Monarch's  love, 

Secure  against  a  threatening  hour; 
Nor  can  her  firm  foundations  move, 
Built  on  his  truth  and  armed  witb 
power. 


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)OX    "  C7>  fo  ^;i«  AiZZs  /V//2  j/mie  eyes."1 
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Up  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
Tli'  eternal  hills  beyond  the  skies; 
Thence  all  her  help  my  soul  derives, 
There  my  almighty  Refuge  lives. 

•  He  lives — the  everlasting  God 
That  built  theworld, that  spread  theflood: 

;  The  heavens  with  all  their  hosts  he  maue, 
And  the  dark  regions  of  the  dead. 

He  guides  our  feet,  he  guards  our  way; 
His  morning  smiles  bless  all  the  day  : 
He  spreads  the  evening  vail,  and  keeps 
The  silent  hours,  while  Israel  sleeps. 

Israel,  a  name  divinely  blest, 
May  rise  secure,  securely  rest ; 
Thy  holy  Guardian's  wakeful  eyes 
1  Admit  no  slumber,  nor  surprise. 

\  No  sun  shall  smite  thy  head  by  day; 

Nor  the  pale  moon  with  sickly  ray" 
:  Shall  blast  thy  couch;  no  baleful  star 

Dart  his  malignant  tire  so  far. 

Should  earth  and  hell  with  malice  burn, 
Still  thou  shalt  go,  and  still  return, 
Safe  in  the  Lord ;  Ins  heavenly  care 
Defends  thy  life  from  every  snare. 

On  thee  foul  spirits  have  no  power ; 
And,  in  thy  lust  departing  hour, 
Angels,  that  trace  the  airy  road, 
Shall  bear  thee  homeward  to  thy  God. 


■i  i  0.  "776  so  loved  the  world."— John  16 :  17. 

Not  to  condemn  the  sons  of  men, 
Did  Christ,  the  Son  of  God,  appear; 

No  weapons  in  his  hands  are  seen, 
No  flaming  sword,  nor  thunder  there. 


2  Such  was  the  pity  of  our  God, 

He  loved  the  race  of  man  so  well, 
He  sent  his  Son  to  bear  our  load 

Of  sins,  and  save  our  souls  from  hell. 

3  Sinners,  believe  the  Saviour's  word; 

Trust  in  his  mighty  name,  and  live  : 
A  thousand  joys  his  lips  afford, 
His  hands  a  thousand  blessings  give. 


A  70     Tlie  Works  and  the  Word  of  God. 
*»«>■  Psalm  19. 

1  The  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord; 

In  every  star  thy  wisdom  shines  ; 

But  when  our  eyes  behold  thy  word, 

We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 

2  The  rolling  sun,  the  changing  light, 

And  night,  and  day,  thy  power  confess; 
But  the  blest  volume  thou  hast  writ, 
Reveals  thy  justice  and  thy  grace. 

3  Sun,  moon,  and  stars  convey  thy  praise 

Round  the  whole  earth,  anil   never 
stand ; 
So  when  thy  truth  began  its  race, 
It  touched  and  glanced  on  every  land. 

■i  Nor  shall  thy  spreading  gospel  rest, 
Till  thro'  the  world  thy  truth  hath  run; 
Till  Christ  hath  all  the  nations  blest 
That  see  the  light,  or  feel  the  sun. 

5  Great  Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise ! 

Bless  the  dark  world  with  heavenly 
light : 
Thy  gospel  makes  the  simple  wise,  _ 
Thy  laws  are  pure,  thy  judgments  right. 

6  Thy  noblest  wonders  here  we  view 

In  souls  renewed,  and  sins  forgiven  ; 
Lord,  cleanse  my  sins,  my  soul  renew, 
And    make    tny  word  my  guide    to 
heaven. 


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1  Great  God  !  let  all  my  tuneful  powers 

Awake,  and  sing  thy  mighty  name : 
Thy  hand  revolves  my  circling  hours — 
Thy  hand,   from  whence    my  being 
came. 

2  Seasons  and  moons,  still  rolling  round 

In  beauteous  order,  speak  thy  praise ; 
And  years,  with  smiling  mercy  crowned, 
To' thee  successive  honors  raise. 

3  My  life,  my  health,  my  friends  I  owe, 

All  to  thy  vast,  unbounded  love ; 
Ten  thousand  precious  gifts  below, 
And  hope  of  nobler  joys  above. 

4  Thus  will  I  sing  till  nature  cease, 

Till  sense  and  language  are  no  more ; 
And,  after  death,  thy  boundless  grace, 
Through  everlasting  years  adore. 

2K  9    ''  TJty  throve,  O  God,  is  for  ever  and 
0*j.  ever."" — Psalm  45. 

1  Now  be  my  heart  inspired  to  sing 
The  glories  of  my  Saviour  King : 
Jesus,  the  Lord,  how  heavenly  fair 
His  form !  how  bright  his  beauties  are ! 

2  O'er  all  the  sons  of  human  race 
He  shines  with  a  superior  grace ; 
Love  from  his  lips  divinely  flows, 
And  blessings  all  his  state  compose. 

3  Thy  throne,  O  God,  for  ever  stands ! 
Grace  is  the  scepter  in  thy  hands : 
Thy  laws  and  works  are  just  and  right ; 
Justice  and  grace  are  thy  delight. 

4  God,  thine  own  God,  has  richly  shed 
His  oil  of  gladness  on  thy  head  ; 
And  with  his  sacred  Spirit  blest 

His  llrst-boru  Son  above  the  rest. 


OOO.  Worship  of  Christ  upon  His  TJirone. 

1  Jesus,  thou  everlasting  King ! 
Accept  the  tribute  winch  we  bring ; 
Accept  the  well-deserved  renown, 
And  wear  our  praises  as  thy  crown. 

2  Let  every  act  of  worship  be 

Like  our  espousals,  Lord,  to  thee — 
Like  that  dear  hour,  when  from  above 
We  first  received  thy  pledge  of  love. 

3  The  gladness  of  that  happy  day, 

Our  hearts  would  wish  it  long  to  stay, 
Nor  let  our  faith  forsake  its  hold, 
Nor  comfort  sink,  nor  love  grow  cold. 

4  Let  every  moment,  as  it  flies, 
Increase  thy  praise,  improve  our  joys, 
Till  we  are  raised  to  sing  thy  name, 
At  the  great  supper  of  the  Lamb. 

A  O  0    "  T7ie  Word  of  our  God  shall  stand 
^Ou.  forever." 

1  The  starry  firmament  on  high, 
And  all  the  glories  of  the  sky, 

Yet  shine  not  to  thy  praise,  6  Lord, 
So  brightly  as  thy  written  word. 

2  The  hopes  that  holy  word  supplies, 
Its  truths  divine,  and  precepts  wise, 
In  each  a  heavenly  beam  I  see, 
And  every  beam  conducts  to  thee. 

3  Almighty  Lord,  the  sun  shall  fail, 
The  moon  forget  her  nightly  tale, 
And  deepest  silence  hush  on  high 
The  radiant  chorus  of  the  sky ; 

4  But  fixed  for  everlasting  years, 
Unmoved,  amid  the  wreck  of  spheres, 
Thy  word  shall  shine  in  cloudless  day, 
When  heaven  and  earth  have  passed 

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1  We  sing  the  praise  of  him  who  died, 

Of  him  who  died  upon  the  cross : 
The  sinner's  hope  let  men  deride ; 
For  this  we  count  the  world  as  loss. 

2  The  cross ! — it  takes  our  guilt  away ; 

It  holds  the  fainting  spirit  up ; 
It  cheers  with  hope  the  gloom)*  da}*, 

And  sweetens  every  bitter  cup. 
S  It  makes  the  coward  spirit  brave, 

And  nerves  the  feeble  arm  for  fight ; 
It  takes  the  terror  from  the  grave, 

And  gilds  the  bed  of  death  with  light : 
4  The  balm  of  life,  the  cure  of  woe, 

The  measure  and  the  pledge  of  love ; 
The  sinner's  refuge  here  below, 

The  angel's  theme  in  heaven  above ! 

/  1 0 .  It  was  for  me. 

1  Jesus,  whom  angel-hosts  adore, 

Became  a  man  of  griefs  for  me ; 
In  love,  though  rich,  becoming  poor, 
That  I  thro  him  enriched  might  be. 

2  Though  Lord  of  all,  above,  below, 

He  went  to  Olivet  for  me ; 
There  drank  my  cup  of  wrath  and  woe, 

When  bleeding  in  Gethsemane. 
8  The  ever-blessed  Son  of  God 

Went  up  to  Calvary  for  me ; 
There  paid  my  debt,  there  bore  my  load, 

In  his  own  body  on  the  tree. 

4  Jesus,  whose  dwelling  is  the  skies, 

Went  down  into  the  grave  for  me ; 
There  overcame  my  enemies, 
There  won  the  glorious  victory. 

5  'T  is  finished  all :  the  vail  is  rent, 

The  welcome  sure,  the  access  free ; — 
Now  then,  we  leave  our  banishment, 
O  Father,  to  return  to  tnee ! 


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1  Eternal  Rock !  to  thee  I  flee ; 

In  thy  rent  fissures  would  I  hide : 
No  rill  of  mercy  flows  to  me 
But  issues  from  thy  wounded  side. 

2  Earth's  fondest  hopes,  and  brightest 

dreams, 
Are  fitful,  fugitive,  and  vain ; 
The  best  of  its  polluted  streams 
I  only  drink  to  thirst  again. 

3  Forgiveness,  peace,  salvation,  heaven, 

Jesus,  I  owe  alone  to  thee — 
The  Rock  whose    clefts  for  me  we 
riven, 
The  smitten  One  of  Calvarv ! 


"  And  dying  is  but  going  7iome. 


1242. 


1  Now  let  our  souls,  on  wings  sublime, 
Rise  from  the  vanities  of  time, 
Draw  back  the  parting  vale,  and  see 
The  glories  of  eternity. 

2  Born  by  a  new,  celestial  birth, 

Why  should  we  grovel  here  on  earth? 
Why  grasp  at  vain  and  fleeting  toys, 
So  near  to  heaven's  eternal  joys  ? 

3  Shall  aught  beguile  us  on  the  road, 
While  we  are  walking  back  to  God  ? 
For  strangers  into  life  we  come, 
And  dying  is  but  going  home. 

4  Welcome,  sweet  hour  of  full  discharge, 
That  sets  our  longing  souls  at  large, 
Unbinds  our  chains,  breaks  up  our  cell, 
And  gives  us  with  our  God  to  dwell. 

5  To  dwell  with  God,  to  feel  his  love, 
Is  the  full  heaven  enjoyed  above-, 
And  the  sweet  expectation  now 

Is  the  young  dawn  of  heaven  below. 


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1  The  mercies  of  my  God  and  King 

My  tongue  shall  still  pursue  : 
Oh,  happy  they  who,  while  they  sing 
Those  mercies,  share  them,  too  ! 

2  As  bright  and  lasting  as  the  sun, 

As  lofty  as  the  sky, 
From  age  to  age  thy  word  shall  run, 
And  chance  and  change  defy. 

3  The  covenant  of  the  King  of  kings 

Shall  stand  for  ever  sure ; 
Beneath  the  shadow  of  thy  wings 
Thy  saints  repose  secure. 

4  Thine  is  the  earth,  and  thine  the  skies, 

Created  at  thy  will ; 
The  waves  at  thy  command  arise, 
At  thy  command  are  still. 

5  In  earth  below,  in  heaven  above, 

Who,  who  is,  Lord,  like  thee  ? 
Oh,  spread  the  gospel  of  thy  love 
Till  all  thy  glories  see ! 

9fiQ    Tlie  living  Saviour  faithful  to  His 
oUO.  Friends. 

1  I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives, 

And  ever  prays  for  me : 
A  token  of  his  love  he  gives, 
A  pledge  of  liberty. 

2  I  find  him  liftinc:  up  my  head ; 

He  brings  salvation  near : 
His  presence  makes  me  free,  indeed 

And  he  will  soon  appear. 
8  He  wills  that  I  should  holy  be : 

What  can  withstand  his  will? 
The  counsel  of  his  grace  in  me 

He  surely  shall  fulfill. 
4  Jesus,  I  hang  upon  thy  word ; 

I  steadfastly  believe 
Thou  wilt  return,  and  claim  me,  Lord, 

And  to  thyself  receive. 


5  When  God  is  mine,  and  I  am  his, 
Of  paradise  possessed, 
I  taste  unutterable  bliss, 
And  everlasting  rest. 

OoO.  Redemption  finished. 

1  Triumphant,  Christ  ascends  on  high, 

The  glorious  work  complete ; 
Sin,  death,  and  hell,  low  vanquished  lie, 
Beneath  his  awful  feet. 

2  There,  with  eternal  glory  crowned, 

The  Lord,  the  Conqueror,  reigns ; 
His  praise  the  heavenly  choirs  resound 
In  their  immortal  strains. 

3  Amid  the  splendors  of  his  throne, 

Unchanging  love  appears  ; 
The  names  he  purchased  for  his  own, 
Still  on  his  heart  he  bears. 

4  Oh,  the  rich  depth6  of  love  divine ! 

Of  bliss  a  boundless  store ! 
Dear  Saviour,  let  me  call  thee  mine ; 
I  can  not  wish  for  more. 

5  On  thee  alone  my  hope  relies ; 

Beneath  thy  cross  I  fall, — 
My  Lord,  my  life,  my  sacrifice, 
My  Saviour,  and  my  all ! 

429.        Infinite  Worth  of  Christ. 

1  Infinite  excellence  is  thine, 

Thou  glorious  Prince  of  erace ! 
Thy  uncreated  beauties  shine 
With  never-fading  rays. 

2  Sinners,  from  earth's  remotest  end, 

Come  bending  at  thy  feet ; 
To  thee  their  prayers  and  songs  ascend, 
In  thee  their  wishes  meet. 

3  Millions  of  happy  spirits  live 

On  thine  exhaustless  store; 
From  thee  they  all  their  bliss  receive, 
And  still  thou  givcst  more. 


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4  Tliou  art  their  triumph  and  their  joy  ; 
They  find  their  all  in  thee  : 
Thy  glories  will  their  tongues  employ, 
Through  all  eternity. 

OO.  "  77te  Chief e ftt  among  ten  thousand."' 

1  Come,  heavenly  Love,  inspire  my  song 

With  thine  immortal  flame, 
And   teach    my  heart,   and    teach  my 
tongue 
The  Saviour's  lovely  name. 

2  The  Saviour !— oh,  what  endless  charms 

Dwell  in  that  blissful  sound ! 

Its  influence  every  fear  disarms, 

And  spreads  delight  around. 

3  Wrapped  in  the  gloom  of  dark  despair, 

We  helpless,  hopeless  lay  : 
But  sovereign  mercy  reached  us  there, 
And  smiled  despair  away. 

4  Th'  Almighty  Former  of  the  shies 

Stoops  to  our  vile  abode  ; 
While  angels  view  with  wondering  eves 
And  hail  th'  incarnate  God. 

5  Incarnate  God  ! — now  to  thine  arms 

I  yield  my  captive  soul : 
Oh,  let  thine  all-subduing  charms 
My  inmost  powers  control ! 

4  O  t/ ."  Te  are  complete  in  IHm."1— Col.  2 :  10. 

1  I  've  found  the  pearl  of  greatest  price  ; 

My  heart  doth  sing  for  joy  ; 
And  sing  I  must,  for  Christ  is  mine- 
Christ  shall  m}'  song  employ. 

2  Christ  is  my  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King ; 

My  Prophet  full  of  light; 
My  great  High  Priest  before  the  throne  ; 
My  King  of  heavenly  might. 


3  For  he,  indeed,  is  Lord  of  lords, 

And  he  the  King  of  kings  ; 
He  is  the  Sun  of  Righteousness, 

With  healing  in  his  wings. 

4  Christ  is  my  Peace  :  he  died  for  me, 

For  me  he  gave  his  blood  ; 
And,  as  my  wondrous  sacrifice, 
Offered  himself  to  God. 

5  Christ  Jesus  is  my  All  in  All, 

My  comfort  and  my  love ; 

My  life  below,  and  he  shall  be 

My  joy  and  crown  above. 

C  \i    "  When  shall  I  come  and  appear  he  fore 
u  °^-  •  God  ?  "— Psal  in  42. 

1  As  pants  the  hart  for  cooling  streams 

When  heated  in  the  chase  ; 
So  longs  my  soul,  O  God,  for  thee, 
And  thy  refreshing  grace. 

2  For  thee,  my  God,  the  living  God, 

My  thirsty  soul  doth  pine; 
Oh  'when  shall  I  behold  thy  foce, 
Thou  Majesty  divine  ? 

3  Why  restless,  why  cast  down,  my  soul  ? 

Trust  God  ;  and  he  '11  employ' 
His  aid  for  thee,  and  change  these  siirhs 
To  thankful  hymns  of  joy. 

4  "Why  restless,  why  cast  down,  my  soul? 

Hope  still ;  and  thou  shalt  sing 
The  praise  of  him  who  is  thy  God, 
Thy  health's  eternal  spring. 

DOXOLOGT. 

Let  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit,  be  adored, 
"Where  there  are  works  to  make  himknown, 

Or  saints  to  love  the  Lord! 


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OUU.  (Original  Form.) 

1  There  is  a  fountain  tilled  with  blood, 

Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins; 
And  sinners,  plunged  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day  ; 

And  there  have  I,  as  vile  as  he, 

Washed  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Dear,  dying  Lamb !  thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
Till  all  the  ransomed  church  of  God 
Be  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 

4  E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be  till  I  die. 

5  Then,  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 

I  '11  sing  thy  power  to  save, 
When  this  poor,  lisping,   stammering 
tongue 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 

6  Lord,  I  believe  thou  hast  prepared 

(Unworthy  though  I  be) 
For  me  a  blood-bought,  free  reward, 
A  golden  harp  for  me ! 

7  'T  is  strung  and  tuned  for  endless  years ; 

And  formed  by  power  divine, 
To  sound  in  God  the  Father's  ears 
No  other  name  but  thine. 


Qfll    "  There  is  a  fountain  filed  xciih  blood." 
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1  There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood, 
Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins  ; 
And  sinners,  plunged  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 


2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day  ; 
And  there  may  I,  though  vile  as  he, 
Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Dear,  dying  Lamb !  thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
Till  all  the  ransomed  church  of  God 
Are  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 

4  Since  first,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my'  theme, 
And  shall  be,  till  I  die. 

5  And  when  this  feeble,  stammering  tongue 

Lies  silent  in  the  grave, 
Then,  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 
I  '11  sing  thy  power  to  save. 

OM.     Trustful  Cliristian  victorious. 

1  My  God  !  the  spring  of  all  my  joys, 

The  life  of  my  delights, 
The  glory  of  my  brightest  days, 
And  comfortof  my  nights ! 

2  In  darkest  shades  if  he  appear, 

My  dawning  is  begun  : 
He  is  my  soul's  sweet  morning  star, 
And  he  my  rising  sun. 

3  The  opening  heavens  around  me  shine 

With  beams  of  sacred  bliss, 
While  Jesus  shows  his  heart  is  mine, 
And  whispers,  I  am  his ! 

4  My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay 

At  that  transporting  word, 
Run  up  with  joy  the  shining  way, 
T'  embrace  my  dearest  Lord. 

5  Fearless  of  hell,  and  ghastly  death, 

I  'd  break  through  every  foe ; 
The  wings  of  love  and  arms  of  faith 
Should  bear  me  conqueror  through. 


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1  Jerusalem  !  my  happy  home  ! 

Name  ever  dear  to  me ! 
When  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 
In  joy,  and  peace,  aud  thee  ? 

2  Oh,  when,  thou  city  of  my  God, 

Shall  I  thy  courts  ascend, 
Where  evermore  the  angels  simr, 
Where  Sabbaths  have  no  end  V 

8  There   happier   bowers,    than    Eden's, 
bloom, 
Nor  sin  nor  sorrow  know : 
Blest  seats!   through  rude  and  stormy 
scenes, 
I  onward  press  to  you. 

4  Why  should  I  shrink  at  pain  and  woe  ? 

Or  i'eel  at  death  dismay  ? 
I've  Canaan's  goodly  land  in  view, 
And  realms  of  endless  day. 

5  Jerusalem,  my  glorious  home  ! 

My  soul  still  pants  for  thee  ; 
Theii  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 
When  I  thy  joys  shall  see. 

"I  i)A  1   "Come,  crown  and  throne  ;  come,  robe 
J-^tJ-*  and  palm.'''' 

1  These  are  the  crowns  that  we  shall  wear, 

When  all  thy  saints  are  crowned; 
These  are  the  palms  that  we  shall  bear 
On  yonder  holy  ground. 

2  These  are  the  robes,  unsoiled  and  white, 

Which  we  shall  then  put  on, 
When,  foremost 'mong  the  sons  of  light, 
We  sit  on  .yonder  throne. 

3  That  is  the  city  of  the  saints, 

Where  we  so  soon  shall  stand, 
When  we  shall  strike  these  desert-tents. 
And  quit  this  desert-land. 


4  Then  welcome  toil,  and  care,  and  pain ! 

And  welcome  sorrow,  too ! 

All  toil  is  rest,  all  grief  is  gain, 

With  such  a  prize  in  view. 

5  Come,  crown  and  throne ;  come,  robe 

and  palm ; 
Burst  forth,  glad  stream  of  peace ! 
Come,  holy  city  of  the  Lamb ! 
Rise,  Sun  of  righteousness ! 


1245. 


TJie  Cloud  of  Witnesses. 


1  Give  me  the  wings  of  faith,  to  rise 

Within  the  vail,  and  see 
The  saints  above — how  great  their  joys, 
How  bright  their  glories  be ! 

2  Once  they  were  mourning  here  below, 

And  wet  their  couch  with  tears  ; 

They  wrestled  hard,  as  we  do  now, 

With  sins,  and  doubts,  and  fears. 

3  I  ask  them  whence  their  victory  came; 

They,  with  united  breath, 
Ascribe  their  conquest  to  the  Lamb, 
Their  triumph  to  his  death. 

4  They  marked  the  footsteps  that  he  trod, 

His  zeal  inspired  their  breast ; 
And  following  their  incarnate  God, 
Possess  the" promised  rest. 

5  Our  glorious  Leader  claims  our  praise 

For  his  own  pattern  given, 
While  the  long  cloud  of  witnesses 
Show  the  same  path  to  heaven. 

Doxologt. 

Let  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit,  be  adored, 
Where  there  arc  works  to  make  him 
known, 

Or  saints  to  love  the  Lord  ! 


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1  God's  holy  law,  transgressed, 

Speaks  nothing  but  despair ; 
Burdened  withguilt,  with  grief  oppressed, 
"We  find  no  comfort  there. 

2  Not  all  our  groans  and  tears, 

Nor  works  which  we  have  done, 
Nor  vows,  nor  promises,  nor  prayers, 
Can  e'er  for  sin  atone. 

3  Relief  alone  is  found 

In  Jesus'  precious  blood  : 
'T  is  this  that  heals  the  mortal  wound, 
And  reconciles  to  God. 

4  High  lifted  on  the  cross, 

The  spotless  victim  dies : 

This  is  salvation's  only  source, 

Hence  all  our  hopes  arise. 


'In  Christ  Jesus."— 1  Cor.  1  :  30. 


312. 

1  How  heavy  is  the  night 

That  hangs  upon  our  eyes, 
Till  Christ,  with  his  reviving  light, 
Upon  our  souls  arise  ! 

2  Our  guilty  spirits  dread 

To'meet  the  wrath  of  Heaven  ; 
But  in  his  righteousness  arrayed, 
We  see  our  sins  forgiven. 

8  Unholy  and  impure 

Are  all  our  thoughts  and  ways : 
His  hands  infectedTnature  cure, 
With  sanctifying  grace. 

4  The  powers  of  hell  agree 

To  hold  our  souls  in  vain  : 
He  sets  the  sons  of  bondage  free, 
And  breaks  the  accursed  chain. 

5  Lord,  we  adore  thy  ways, 

To  hring  us  near  to  God, — 


Thy  sovereign  power,  thy  healing  grace. 
And  thine  atoning  blood. 

352.     The  Fifty-third  Chapter  of  Isaiah. 

1  Like  sheep  we  went  astray, 
And  broke  the  fold  of  God  ; 
Each  wandering  in  a  different  way, 
But  all  the  downward  road, 

3  How  dreadful  was  the  hour, 

When  God  our  wanderings  laid, 
And  did  at  once  his  vengeance  pour 
Upon  the  Shepherd's  head ! 

3  How  glorious  was  the  grace, 

When  Christ  sustained  the  stroke! 
His  life  and  blood  the  Shepherd  pays, 
A  ransom  for  the  flock ! 

i  But  God  shall  raise  his  head 
O'er  all  the  sons  of  men  ; 
And  make  him  see  a  numerous  seed, 
To  recompense  his  pain. 

5  "  I  Tl  give  him,"  saith  the  Lord, 
"  A  portion  with  the  strong ; 
He  shall  possess  a  large  reward, 
And  hold  his  honors  long." 

*7*7X.  "Mine  eyes  are  ever  toward  the  Lord.* 
*  iO.  Psalm  25. 

1  Mine  eyes  and  my  desire 

Are  ever  to  the  Lord ; 
I  love  to  plead  his  promises, 
And  rest  upon  his  word. 

2  Lord,  turn  thee  to  my  soul ; 

Bring  thy  salvation  near  : 
When  will  thy  hand  release  my  feet 
From  sin's  destructive  snare  ? 

3  When  shall  the  sovereign  grace 

Of  my  forgiving  God 
Restore  me  from  those  dangerous  way* 
My  wandering  feet  have  trod  ? 


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Nor  put  my  hope  to  shame  ! 
For  I  have  placed  my  only  trust 
In  my  Redeemer's  name. 

5  With  humble  faith  I  wait 

To  see  thy  face  again : 
Of  Israel  it  shall  ne'er  be  said, 
He  sought  the  Lord  in  vain. 

19^9    "  H°w  shuM  we  sinrj  the  LorcTs'song 
x  -jO-i.     ina  Grange  land  f— Psalm  187. 

1  Far  from  my  heavenly  home, 

Far  from  my  Father's  breast, 
Fainting,  1  cry,  "  Blest  Spirit,  come, 
And  speed  me  to  my  rest !" 

2  Upon  the  willows  long 

My  harp  has  silent  hung  ; 
How  should  I  sing  a  cheerful  song, 
Till  thou  inspire  my  tongue  ? 

3  My  spirit  homeward  turns, 

And  fain  would  thither  flee  ; 
My  heart,  O  Zion,  droops  and  yearns, 
When  I  remember  thee. 

4  To  thee,  to  thee  I  press — 

A  dark  and  toilsome  road : 
When  shall  I  pass  the  wilderness, 
And  reach  the  saints'  abode  ? 

5  God  of  my  life,  be  near ; 

On  thee  my  hopes  I  cast : 
Oh,  guide  me  through  the  desert  here, 
And  bring  me  home  at  last ! 

1247.        Thanks  far  all  Saints. 

1  For  all  thy  saints,  O  God, 

Who  strove  in  Christ  to  live, 
Who  followed  him,  obeyed,  adored, 
Our  grateful  hymn  receive. 

2  For  all  thy  saints,  O  God, 

Accept,  our  thankful  cry, 


Who  counted  Christ  their  great  reward, 
And  yearned  for  him  to  d~ie. 

3  They  all,  in  life  and  death, 

With  him,  their  Lord,  in  view, 
Learned  from  thy  Holy  Spirit's  breath 
To  suffer  and  to  do. 

4  For  this,  thy  name  we  bless, 

And  humbly  pray  that  wc 

May  follow  them  in  holiness, 

And  live  and  die  in  thee. 

1  9  7  J.     "  TT-is  mortal  sliall  put  on  immor- 
J-^'**  tality." 

1  And  must  this  body  die  ? 

This  mortal  frame  decay  ? 
And  must  these  active  limbs  of  mine 
Lie  moldering  in  the  clay  ? 

2  God,  my  Redeemer,  lives 

And  ever  from  the  skies 
Looks  down  and  watches  allmv  dust, 
Till  he  shall  bid  it  rise. 

3  Arrayed  in  glorious  grace 

Shall  these  vile  bodies  shine, 
And  every  shape,  and  every  lace 
Look  heavenly  and  divine. 

4  These  lively  hopes  we  oavo 

To  Jesus'  dying  love  ; 
We  would  adore  his  grace  below, 
And  sing  his  power  above. 

5  Dear  Lord  !  accept  the  praise 

Of  these  our  humble  songs, 
Till  tunes  of  nobler  sound  Ave  raise' 
With  our  immortal  tongues. 

Doxology. 
To  God,  the  Father,  Son, 

And  Spirit,  glory  be, 
As  was,  and  is,  and  shall  remain 

Through  all  eternity. 


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x-44.       Jems.— lam.— The  Word. 

1  Jests,  hail !  thou  great  I  am  ! 
High  aucl  holy  is  thy  name : 
Angel-harps  resound  thy  praise; 
Saints  adore  thy  saving  grace  : 
Every  creature  bows  the  knee 
Worshiping  thy  majesty. 

2  Hail,  thou  everlasting  Lord! 

'*  God  with  us  !"  incarnate  Word! 
Glory  of  thy  church  thou  art, 
Life  and  light  of  every  heart : 
Angels,  saints,  below,  above, 
Join  to  praise  thy  boundless  love. 

519.  The  Peace,  of  Christ. 

1  Ye  who  in  these  courts  are  found, 
Listening  to  the  joyful  sound, — 
Lost  and  helpless,  as  ye  are, 
Sons  of  sorrow,  sin,  and  care, — 
Glorify  the  King  of  kings, 

Take  the  peace  the  gospel  brings. 

2  Turn  to  Christ  your  longing  eyes, 
View  his  bleeding  sacrifice  ; 

See,  in  him,  your  sins  forgiven, 
Pardon,  holiness,  and  heaven : 
Glorify  the  King  of  kings, 
Take  the  peace  the  gospel  brings. 


Doiology. 

Praise  the  name  of  God  most  high 
Praise  him,  all  below  the  sky; 
Praise  him,  all  ye  heavenly  host — 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ! 
As  through  countless  ages  past, 
Evermore  his  praise  shall  last. 


520.  Welcome! 

1  From  the  cross  uplifted  high, 
Where  the  Saviour  deigns  to  die, 
What  melodious  Bounds  we  hear, 
Bursting  on  the  ravished  ear! — 
"  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done ; 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come ! 


2  "Spread  for  thee,  the  festal  board 
See  with  richest  dainties  stored  ; 
To  thy  Father's  bosom  pressed, 
Yet  again  a  child  confessed, 
Never  from  his  house  to  roam  : 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come  ! 


"  Soon  the  days  of  life  shall  end ; 

Lo,  I  come,  your  Saviour,  Friend ! 

Safe  your  spirits  to  convey 

To  the  realms  of  endless  clay, 

Up  to  my  eternal  home: 

Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come !" 


688. 


"  Only  Thee? 

1  Blessed  Saviour !  thee  I  love, 
All  my  other  joys  above  ; 

All  my  hopes  in  thee  abide, 
Thou  my  hope,  and  naught  beside: 
Ever  let  my  glory  be 
Only,  only,'  only  thee. 

2  Once  again  beside  the  cross, 
All  my  gain  I  count  but  loss ; 
Earthly  pleasures  fade  away, — 
Clouds  they  are  that  hide  my  day : 
Hence,  vain  shadows !  let  me  see 
Jesus  crucified  for  rue. 


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8  From  beneath  that  thorny  crown 
Trickle  drops  of  cleansing  down : 
Pardon  from  thy  pierced  hand 
Now  I  take  while  here  I  stand : 
Only  then  I  live  to  thee, 
When  thy  wounded  side  I  see. 

4  Blessed  Saviour  !  thine  am  I, 
Thine  to  live,  and  thine  to  die ; 
Height,  or  depth,  or  earthly  power 
Ne'er  shall  hide  my  Saviour  more ; 
Ever  shall  my  glory  be 
Only,  only,  only  thee ! 


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"Rock  of  Ages."— I  Cor.  10 :  4. 


1  Rock  of  Ages !  cleft  for  me. 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee ! 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 
From  thy  riven  side  that  flowed, 
Be  of  sin  the  double  cure — 
Cleanse  me  from  its  guilt  and  power. 

2  Could  my  zeal  no  respite  know, 
Could  my  tears  for  ever  flow — 
All  for  sin  could  not  atone  : 
Thou  must  save,  and  thou  alone ! 
Nothing  in  my  hand  I  bring; 
Simply  to  thy  cross  I  cling. 

S  While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  my  eyelids  close  in  death, 
When  I  soar  to  worlds  unknown, 
See  thee  on  thy  judgment  throne, — 
Rock  of  Ages !  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee  ! 


i  0-±.        Blessedness  of  Trust  in  Christ, 

1  Saviour!  happy  would  I  be, 
If  I  could  antitrust  in  thee ; 


Trust  thy  wisdom  me  to  guide  ; 
Trust  thy  goodness  to  provide; 
Trust  thy  saving  love  and  power; 
Trust  thee  every  day  and  hour : 

2  Trust  thee  as  the  only  light 
In  the  darkest  hour  of  night ; 
Trust  in  sickness,  trust  in  health ; 
Trust  in  poverty  and  wealth ; 
Trust  in  joy,  and  trust  in  grief; 
Trust  thy  promise  for  relief: 

3  Trust  thy  blood  to  cleanse  my  soul ; 
Trust  thy  grace  to  make  me  whole ; 
Trust  thee  living,  dying,  too; 
Trust  thee  all  my  journey  through; 
Trust  thee  till  my  feet  shall  be 
Planted  on  the  crystal  sea  I 

J-UO.J.        "  My  flesh  is  meat,  indeed.1" 

1  Bread  of  heaven !  on  thee  I  feed, 
For  thy  flesh  is  meat,  indeed ; 
Ever  may  my  soul  be  fed 

With  this  true  and  living  Bread ; 
Day  by  day  with  strength  supplied 
Through  the  life  of  him  who  died. 

2  Vine  of  heaven!  thy  blood  supplies 
This  blest  cup  of  sacrifice ; 

'Tis  thy  wounds  my  healing  give ; 
To  thy  cross  I  look,  and  live  ; 
Thou,  my  Life,  oh,  let  me  be 
Rooted,  grafted,  built  on  thee! 

Doxologt. 

Blessing,  honor,  glory,  might/ 
And  dominion  infinite, 
To  the  Father  of  our  Lord, 
To  the  Spirit  and  the  Word: 
As  it  was  all  worlds  before, 
Is,  and  shall  be  evermore. 


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oAl*     The  Man  of  Sorrows.— Isaiah  53. 

1  Despised  is  the  Man  of  grief, 
Rejected,  and  denied  belief 

By  them  whose  sorrows  he  hath  worn — 
For  whom  he  bears  the  bitter  scorn, 
The  shameful  robe,  the  scourge,  the  thorn! 

2  All  we,  like  sheep,  have  gone  astray, 
And  turned  aside  from  wisdom's  way ; 
But  he  the  path  of  death  hath  trod, 
And  humbly  kissed  affliction's  rod, 
To  lead  our  stricken  souls  to  God. 

3  Oh,  let  us  cast  each  vice  away, 
Beneath  the  cross  each  passion  lay ; 
With  contrite  heart  and  weeping  eye, 
Behold  the  Saviour  lifted  high, 

And  every  sin  and  folly  fly ! 

4U^.  Longing  to  follow  Christ. 

1  O  thou,  to  whose  all-searching  sight 
The  darkness  shineth  as  the  light, 
Search,  prove  my  heart;  it  pants  for  thee ; 
Oh,  burst  these"bonds  and  set  it  free ! 

2  Wash  out  its  stains,  refine  its  dross  ; 
Nail  my  affections  to  the  cross ; 
Hallow  each  thought ;  let  all  within 
Be  clean  as  thou,  my  Lord,  art  clean. 

3  While  in  this  darksome  wild  I  stray, 
Be  thou  my  light,  be  thou  my  way  : 
No  foes,  no  danger  will  I  fear, 
While  thou,  Almighty  God,  art  near. 

4  When  rising  floods  my  soul  o'erflow, 
When  sinks  my  heart  in  waves  of  woe, 
Jesus,  thy  timely  aid  impart, 

And  raise  my  head,  and  cheer  my  heart. 

5  Saviour,  where'er  thy  steps  I  see, 
Dauntless,  untired,  I  follow  thee  ; 
Oh,  let  thy  hand  support  me  still, 
And  lead  me  to  thy  holy  hill ! 

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i  Jdd ,«A  bruised  reed  shall  he  not  break." 

1  Before  thy  cross,  my  dying  Lord, 

I  cast  my  soul,  and  trust  thy  love  ; 
Oh,  here  thy  saving  power  afford, 
And  seal  my  pardon  from  above! 

2  No  threatening  foes  shall  drive  me  hence, 

Helpless  and  fainting  I  draw  near ; 
Resolved  (for  't  is  my  last  defense), 
If  I  must  die,  to  perish  here. 

3  But,  Saviour !  for  thy  mercy's  sake, 

Relieve  the  anguish  of  my  heart ; 

The  bruised  reed  thou  wilt  not  break, 

Nor  bid  the  contrite  soul  depart. 

4  Washed  in  thy  blood,  I  shall  be  pure  ; 

Cheered  by  thy  smile,  shall  feel  no 
shame ; 
Saved  by  thy  love,  I  stand  secure, 
And  triumph  in  a  Saviour's  name ! 

731.  The  Liberty  of  Faith. 

1  Before  thy  throne  with  tearful  eyes, 

My  gracious  Lord,  I  humbly  fall ; 
To  thee  my  weary  spirit  flies, 
For  thy  forgiving  love  I  call. 

2  How  free  thy  mercy  overflows, 

When  sinners  on" thy  grace  rely ! 
Thy  tender  love  no  limit  knows  ; 
Oh,  save  me— justly  doomed  to  die ! 

3  Yes !  thou  wilt  save ;  my  soul  is  free ! 

The  gloom  of  sin  is  fled  away  ; 
My  tongue  breaks  forth  in  praise  to  thea, 
And  all  my  powers  thy  word  obey. 

4  Hence,  while  I  wrestle  with  my  foes, — 

The  world,  the  flesh,  the  hosts  of  hell,— 
Sustain  thou  me  till  conflicts  close, 
Then  endless  songs  my  thanks  shall 
tell. 


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A  O  b .   Sovereignty  of  God  in  Conversion. 

1  May  not  the  sovereign  Lord  on  high 

Dispense  his  favors  as  he  will ; 
Choose  some  to  life,  while  others  die, 
And  yet  be  just  and  gracious  still? 

2  Shall  man  reply  against  the  Lord, 

And  call  his  Maker's  ways  unjust, 
The  thunder  of  whose  dreadful  word 
Can  crush  a  thousand  worlds  to  dust  ? 

3  But,  0  my  soul !  if  truth  so  bright 
Should  dazzle  and  confound  thy  sight, 
Yet  still  his  written  will  obey, 

And  wait  the  great  decisive  day. 

4  Then  shall  he  make  his  justice  known, 
And  the  whole  world,  before  his  throne, 
With  joy  or  terror,  shall  confess 

The  glory  of  his  righteousness. 


241. 


"Be  stilly  and  know  that  I  am  God.'''' 


1  Wait,  O  my  soul,  thy  Maker's  will ! 
Tumultuous  passions,  all  be  still ; 
Nor  let  a  murmuring  thought  arise : 
His  ways  are  just,  his  counsels  wise. 

2  He  in  the  thickest  darkness  dwells, 
Performs  his  work,  the  cause  conceals ; 
And,  though  his  footsteps  are  unknown, 
Judgment  and  truth  support  his  throne. 

3  In  heaven,  and  earth,  and  air,  and  seas, 
He  executes  his  firm  decrees ; 

And  by  his  saints  it  stands  confessed, 
That  what  he  does  is  ever  best. 

i  Wait,  then,  my  soul,  submissive  wait, 
With  reverence  bow  before  his  seat ; 
And,  'mid  the  terrors  of  his  rod, 
Trust  in  a  wise  and  gracious  God. 


1117    "  ^>  sPare  owr  guilty  country, 
-LJ--L  '  •  spare" 

1  On  thee,  0  Lord  our  God,  we  call, 
Before  thy  throne  devoutly  fall ; 
Oh,  whither  should  the  helpless  fly  ? 
To  whom  but  thee  direct  their  cry  ? 

2  Lord,  we  repent,  we  weep,  we  mourn, 
To  our  forsaken  God  we  turn  ; 

Oh,  spare  our  guilty  country,  spare 
The  church  thine  hand  hath  planted  here! 

3  We  plead  tny  grace,  indulgent  God ! 
We  plead  thy  Son's  atoning  blood; 
We  plead  thy  gracious  promises ; 
And  are  they  unavailing  pleas  ? 

4  These  pleas,  presented  at  thy  throne, 
Have  brought  ten  thousand  blessings 

down 
On  guilty  lands  in  helpless  woe  : 
Let  them  prevail  to  save  us,  too. 

1  "1  09     "-Look  down,  0  God,  with  pitying 
-LJ-^J-'«  eye."" 

1  Indulgent  Sovereign  of  the  skies, 

And  wilt  thou  bow  thy  gracious  ear? 
While  feeble  mortals  raise  their  cries, 
Wilt  thou,  the  great  Jehovah,  hear  ? 

2  How  shall  thy  servants  give  thee  rest, 

Till  Zion's  moldering  walls  thou  raise ; 
Till  thine  own  power  shall  stand  confess'd, 
And  make  Jerusalem  a  praise  ? 

3  Look  down,  O  God,  with  pitying  eye, 

And  view  the  desolation  round : 
See  what  wide  realms  in  darkness  lie, 
And  hurl  their  idols  to  the  ground. 

4  Loud  let  the  gospel  trumpet  blow, 

And  call  the  nations  from  afar: 
Let  all  the  isles  their  Saviour  know, 
And  earth's  remotest  ends  draw  near. 


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00  J.    "  T^y  Righteousness,  even  Tldne  only? 
^-"±*  Psalm  71. 

1  My  Saviour !  my  almighty  Friend ! 

When  I  begin  thy  praise, 
Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end, 
The  numbers  of  thy  grace  ? 

2  Thou  art  my  everlasting  trust ; 

Thy  goodness  I  adore : 
And  since  I  knew  thy  graces  first, 
I  speak  thy  glories  more. 

3  My  feet  shall  travel  all  the  length 

Of  the  celestial  road  ; 
And  march, with  courage  in  thy  strength, 
To  see  my  Father,  God. 

4  When  I  am  filled  with  sore  distress 

For  some  surprising  sin, 
I'll  plead  thy  perfect  righteousness, 
And  mention  none  but  thine. 

5  How  will  my  lips  rejoice  to  tell 

The  victories  of  my  King ! 
My  soul,  redeemed  from  sin  and  hell, 
Shall  thy  salvation  sing. 

6  Awake,  awake,  my  tuneful  powers  ! 

With  this  delightful  song 
I  '11  entertain  the  darkest  hours, 
Nor  think  the  season  long. 

J  /  U.  '•'■Tour  sorrow  shall  be  turned  into  joy."" 

1  Come,  humble  souls — ye  mourners,come, 

And  wipe  away  your  tears : 
Adieu  to  all  your  sad  complaints, 
Your  sorrows  and  }rour  fears. 

2  Come,  shout  aloud  the  Father's  grace, 

The  Saviour's  dying  love : 
Soon  shall  you  join  the  glorious  theme 

In  loftier  strains  above. 
S  God,  the  eternal,  mighty  God, 

To  dearer  names  descends : 
Calls  you  his  treasure,  and  his  joy, 

His  children,  and  his  friends. 


4  My  Father,  God !  and  may  these  lips 

Pronounce  a  name  so  dear? 
Not  thus  could  heaven's  sweet  harmony 
Delight  my  listening  ear. 

5  For  ever  let  my  grateful  heart 

His  boundless  grace  adore, 
Which  gives  ten  thousand  blessings  now, 
And  bids  me  hope  for  more. 

6  Transporting  hope ! — still  on  my  soul 

With  radiant  glories  shine, 
Till  thou  thyself  art  lost  in  joys 
Immortal  and  divine. 

1089.  The  Godly  Child. 

1  By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 

How  fair  the  lily  grows  ! 
How  sweet  the  breath,  beneath  the  hill, 
Of  Sharon's  dewy  rose ! 

2  Lo  !  such  the  child,  whose  early  feet 

The  paths  of  peace  have  trod, 
Whose  secret  heart, with  influence  sweet, 
Is  upward  drawn  to  God. 

3  By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 

The  lily  must  decay ; 
The  rose  that  blooms  beneath  the  hill, 
Must  shortly  fade  away. 

4  And  soon,  too  soon,  the  wint'ry  hour 

Of  man's  maturer  age 
Will  shake  the  soul  with  sorrow's  power, 
And  stormy  passion's  rage. 

5  O  thou,  whose  infant  feet  were  found 

Within  thy  Father's  shrine, 
Whose   years,  Avith    changeless  virtue 
crowned, 
Were  .all  alike  divine, — 
G  Dependent  on  thy  bounteous  breath, 
We  seek  thy  grace  alone, 
In  childhood,  manhood,  acre,  and  death, 
To  keep  us  still  thine  own. 


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o28.  "  TJiis  is  my  Friend r~ Oant.  5 :  10-16. 
i  Majestic  sweetness  sits  enthroned 
Upon  the  Saviour's  brow ; 
His  head  with  radiant  glories  crowned, 
His  lips  with  grace  o'erflow. 

2  No  mortal  can  with  him  compare, 

Among  the  sons  of  men  ; 
Fairer  is  he  than  all  the  fair 
That  fill  the  heavenly  train. 

3  He  saw  me  plunged  in  deep  distress> 

He  flew  to  my  relief; 
For  me  he  bore  the  shameful  cross, 
And  carried  all  my  grief. 

4  To  him  I  owe  my  life  and  breath, 

And  all  the  joys  I  have  ; 
He  makes  me  triumph  over  death, 
He  saves  me  from  the  grave. 

5  To  heaven,  the  place  of  his  abode, 

He  brings  my  weary  feet ; 
Shows  me  the  glories  of  my  God, 
And  makes  my  joy  complete. 

6  Since  from  his  bounty  I  receive 

Such  proofs  of  love"  divine, 
Had  I  a  thousand  hearts  to  give, 
Lord !  they  should  all  be  thine. 


406.  Our  Saviour. 

1  We  'll  sing  the  power  of  him  who  died 

His  people  to  redeem  ; 
He  is  our  Saviour,  true  and  tried, 
And  he  shall  be  our  theme. 

2  For  he  is  precious  in  the  sight 

Of  all  who  know  his  voice : 
'T  was  he  who  brought  us  to  the  light, 
And  taught  us  to  rejoice. 

?  From  worldly  snares,  and  Satan's  wile, 
He  guards  us  by  his  power ; 


And  keeps  us  safe  from  force  and  guile 
In  every  trying  hour. 

4  And  till  his  ransomed  people  come, 

His  house  above  to  fill, 
'T  is  he  who  safely  guid  es  them  home, 
Beyond  the  reach  of  ill. 

5  Then  let  us  ever  make  our  boast 

Of  him,  and  him  alone, 
Who  came  from  heaven  to  seek  the  lost, 
And  bring  us  to  his  throne. 

oOZ.     The  Potcer  of  Man  in  Prayer. 

1  There  is  an  eye  that  never  sleeps 

Beneath  the  wing  of  night ; 
There  is  an  ear  that  never  shuts, 
When  sink  the  beams  of  light. 

2  There  is  an  arm  that  never  tires, 

When  human  strength  gives  way 
There  is  a  love  that  never  fails, 
When  earthly  loves  decay. 

3  That  eye  is  fixed  on  seraph  throngs ; 

That"  arm  upholds  the  sky  ; 
That  ear  is  filled  with  angel  songs  ; 
That  love  is  throned  on  high. 

4  But  there 's  a  power  which  man  can  wield 

When  mortal  aid  is  vain, 
That  eye,  that  arm,  that  love  to  reach, 
That  listening  ear  to  gain. 

5  That  power  is  prayer,  which  soars  on 

high, 
Through  Jesus,  to  the  throne ; 
And  moves  the  hand  which  moves  the 

world, 
To  bring  salvation  down ! 

Doxologt. 

Let  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit,  be  adored, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known. 

Or  saints  to  love  the  Lord ! 


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ADO.  Lore  of  God  in  the  Gift  of  Christ. 

1  Raise  your  triumphant  songs 

To  an  immortal  tune  ; 
"Wide  let  the  earth  resound  the  deeds 
Celestial  grace  has  done. 

2  Sing  how  eternal  love 

Its  chief  Beloved  chose, 
And  bade  him  raise  our  wretched  race 
From  their  abyss  of  woes. 

3  His  hand  no  thunder  bears  ; 

No  terror  clothes  his  brow : 
No  bolts  to  drive  our  guilty  souls 
To  fiercer  flames  below. 

4  'T  was  mercy  filled  the  throne, 

And  wrath  stood  silent  by, 
When  Christ  was  sent  with  pardons  down 
To  rebels  doomed  to  die. 

5  Now,  sinners,  dry  your  tears  ; 

Let  hopeless  sorrow  cease  : 

Bow  to  the  scepter  of  his  love, 

And  take  the  offered  peace. 

6  Lord,  we  obey  thy  call ; 

We  lay  an  humble  claim 
To  the  salvation  thou  hast  brought, 
And  love  and  praise  thy  name. 

091  "  The  Son  g  of  the  Lamb." 

OOJ-'  Rev.  15:3,4. 

1  Awake,  and  sing  the  song 

Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb  ! 
Wake,  every  heart,  and  every  tongue, 
To  praise  the  Saviour's  name  ! 

2  Sing  of  his  dying  love  ; 

Sing  of  his  rising  power : 
Sing  how  he  intercedes  above 
For  those  whose  sins  he  bore. 

3  Sing,  till  we  feel  our  hearts 

Ascending  with  our  tongues ; 

Sing,  till  the  love  of  sin  departs, 

And  grace  inspires  our  songs. 


4  Sing  on  your  heavenly  way, 

Ye  ransomed  sinners,  sing ! 
Sing  on,  rejoicing  every  day 
In  Christ,  th'  exalted  King. 

5  Soon  shall  we  hear  him  say, 

"  Ye  blessed  children,  come  !" 
Soon  will  he  call  us  hence  away 
To  our  eternal  home. 

6  Soon  shall  our  raptured  tongue 

His  endless  praise  proclaim, 
And  sweeter  voices  tune  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb. 


'■'Endure  hardness,  as  a  good  soldier  of 
Je-sius  Chi-iat." 


893 

1  Arise,  ye  saints,  arise ! 

The  Lord  our  Leader  is  ; 
The  foe  before  his  banner  flies, 
For  victory  is  his. 

2  Lead  on,  almighty  Lord, 

Lead  on  to  victory! 
Encouraged  hy  the  bright  reward. 
With  joy  we  '11  follow  thee. 

3  We  '11  follow  thee,  our  Guide, 

Our  Saviour  and  our  King ; 
We  '11  follow  thee,  through  grace  supplied 
From  heaven's  eternal  spring. 

4  We  hope  to  see  the  day 

When  all  our  toils  shall  cease ; 
When  we  shall  cast  our  arms  away, 
And  dwell  in  endless  peace. 

5  This  hope  supports  us  here, 

It  makes  our  burdens  light ; 
'T  will  serve  ourdrooping  hearts  to  cheer, 
Till  faith  shall  end  in  sight. 

6  Till,  of  the  prize  possessed, 

We  hear  of  war  no  more ; 
And  oh,  sweet  thought !  for  evsr  rest 
On  yonder  peaceful  shore. 


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1  My  soul !  be  on  thy  guard  ; 

Ten  thousand  foes  arise ; 
The  hosts  of  sin  are  pressing  hard 
To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 

2  Oh,  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray ! 

The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er ; 
Renew  it  boldly  every  clay, 
And  help  divine  implore. 

3  Ne'er  think  the  victory  won, 

Nor  once  at  ease  sit  down  ; 
Thy  arduous  work  will  not  be  done 
Till  thou  obtain  thy  crown. 

4  Fight  on,  my  soul,  till  death 

Shall  bring  thee  to  thy  God  ! 
He  '11  take  thee,  at  thy  parting  breath 
Up  to  his  blest  abode. 


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-Neb.  9 :  5. 
1  Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord, 
Ye  people  of  his  choice  ; 
Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord  your  God, 
With  heart,  and  soul,  and  voice. 


2  Though  high  above  all  praise, 

Above  all  blessing  high, 
Who  would  not  fear  his  holy  name, 
And  laud,  and  magnify  ? 

3  Oh,  for  the  living  flame 

From  his  own  altar  brought, 
To  touch  our  lips,  our  souls  inspire, 
And  wiug  to  heaven  our  thought ! 

4  God  is  our  strength  and  song, 

And  his  salvation  ours  ; 
Then  be  his  love  in  Christ  proclaimed 
With  all  our  ransomed  powers. 

5  Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord  ; 

The  Lord  your  God  adore  ; 
Stand  up,  and  bless  his  glorious  name, 
Henceforth,  for  evermore ! 


Doxology. 

To  God,  the  Father,  Son, 

And  Spirit,  glor}r  be, 
As  was,  and  is,  and  shall  remain 

Through  all  eternity ! 


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ZbZ.        "  lie  reviled  not  again.'1'' 

1  What  grace,  O  Lord,  and  beauty  shone 

Around  thy  steps  below; 
What  patient  love  was  seen  in  all 
Thy  life  and  death  of  woe. 

2  For,  ever  on  thy  burdened  heart 

A  weight  of  sorrow  hung ; 
Yet  no  imgentle,  murmuring  word 
Escaped  thy  silent  tongue. 

3  Thy  foes  might  hate,  despise,  revile, 

Thy  friends  unfaithful  prove  ; 
Unwearied  in  forgiveness  still, 
Thy  heart  could  only  love. 

4  Oh,  give  us  hearts  to  love  like  thee! 

Like  thee,  O  Lord,  to  grieve 

Far  more  for  others'  sins  than  all 

The  wrongs  that  we  receive. 

5  One  with  thyself,  may  every  eye, 

In  us,  thy  brethren,  see 
The  gentleness  and  grace  that  spring 
From  union,  Lord !  with  thee, 

4:0  'J.       77ie  Holy  Spirit  our  Friend. 

1  Lord,  am  I  precious  in  thy  sight  ? 

Lord,  wouldst  thou  have  me  thine  ? 
May  It  be  given  me  to  delight 
The  Majesty  divine  ? 

2  Lord,  dost  thou  sweetly  urge  and  press 

My  soul  thy  Heaven  to  win  ? 
Lord,  dost  thou  love  my  holiness  ? 
Lord,  dost  thou  hate  my  sin  ? 

3  O  Holy  Spirit !  dost  thou  mourn 

When  I  from  thee  depart ! 
Dost  thou  rejoice  when  I  return, 
And  give  thee  back  my  heart  ? 

4  O  happy  Heaven !  where  thine  embrace 

I  never  more  shall  leave, 
Nor  ever  cast  away  thy  grace, 
Nor  once  thy  Spirit  grieve. 


5  Oh,  let  me,  Lord,  each  grace  possess 
That  makes  thy  heaven  more  bright, 
And  bring  the  humble  holiness 
That  gives  mv  God  delight ! 


I  trill  give  you  rest."— Matt.  11  .  2S-30. 


505... 

1  Come  unto  me,  all  ye  who  mourn, 

With  guilt  and  fear  oppressed ; 
Resign  to  me  the  willing  heart, 
And  I  will  give  you  rest. 

2  Take  up  my  yoke,  and  learn  of  me 

A  meek  and  lowl}r  mind  ; 
And  thus  your  weary,  troubled  souls 
Repose  and  peace  shall  find. 

3  For  light  and  gentle  is  my  yoke : 

The  burden  1  impose 
Shall  ease  the  heart  which  groaned  before 
Beneath  a  load  of  woes. 

/89.  One  with  Christ. 

1  Lord  Jesus,  are  we  one  with  thee  ? 

O  height,  O  depth  of  love  ! 
With  thee  we  died  upon  the  tree  ; 
In  thee  we  live  above. 

2  Such  was  thy  grace,  that  for  our  sake 

Thou  didst  from  heaven  come  down, 
Our  mortal  flesh  and  blood  partake, 
In  all  our  misery  one. 

3  Our  sins,  our  guilt,  in  love  divine, 

Were  borne^on  earth  by  thee  ; 
The  gall,  the  curse,  the  wrath  were  thine 
To  set  thy  members  free. 

4  Ascended  now  in  glory  bright, 

Still  one  with  us  thou  art ; 
Nor  life,  nor  death,  nor  depth,  nor  height, 
Thy  saints  and  thee  can  part. 

5  Soon,  soon  shall  come  that  glorious  day, 

When,  seated  on  thy  throne, 
Thou  shalt  to  wondering  worlds  display 
That  thou  with  us  art  one  ! 


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WJien  He  shall  appear  tee  shall  be 
like  Him." 

1  Oh  !  mean  may  seem  this  house  of  clay, 

Yet 't  was  the  Lord's  abode  ; 
Our  feet  may  mourn  this  thorny  way, 
Yet  here  Immauuel  trod. 

2  This  fleshly  robe  the  Lord  did  wear ; 

This  watch  the  Lord  did  keep  ; 
These  burdens  sore  the  Lord  did  bear ; 
These  tears  the  Lord  did  weep ! 

3  Our  very  frailty  brings  us  near 

Unto  the  Lord  of  heaven ; 
To  every  grief,  to  every  tear, 
Such  glory  strange  is  given. 

4  But  not  this  fleshly  robe  alone 

Shall  link  us,  Lord,  to  thee ; 
Nor  always  in  the  tear  and  groan 
Shall  the  dear  kindred  be. 

5  We  shall  be  reckoned  for  thine  own, 

Because  thy  heaven  we  share  ; 
Because  we  sing  around  thy  throne, 
And  thy  bright  raiment  wear. 


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1  Thou,  to  our  woe  who  down  didst  come, 

Who  one  with  us  wouldst  be, 

Wilt  lift  us  to  thy  heavenly  home, 

Wilt  make  us  one  with  thee. 

2  Our  earthly  garments  thou  hast  worn, 

And  we  thy  robes  shall  wear  ! 
Oui  mortal  burdens  thou  hast  borne, 
And  we  thy  bliss  may  bear. 

3  Oh,  mighty  grace !  our  life  to  live, 

To  make  our  earth  divine ; 
Oh,  mighty  grace!  thy  heaven  to  give, 
And  lift  our  life  to  thine ! 

4  Oh,  strange  the  gifts  and  marvelous, 

By  thee  received  and  given ! 
Thou  tookest  woe  and  death  from  us, 
And  we  receive  thy  heaven ! 


b  1 A .      "  God,  my  exceeding  Joy." 

1  To  thee,  O  God,  my  prayer  ascends, 

But  not  for  golden  stores  ; 
Nor  covet  I  the  brightest  gems 
That  shine  on  eastern  snores ; 

2  Nor  that  deluding,  empty  joy, 

Men  call  a  mighty  name ; 
Nor  greatness,  with  its  pride  and  state, 
My  restless  thoughts  inflame  ; 

3  Nor  pleasure's  fascinating  charms 

My  fond  desires  allure  ; 
But  nobler  things  than  these  from  thee 
My  wishes  would  secure. 

4  The  faith  and  hope  of  things  unseen 

My  best  affections  move — 
Thy  light,  thy  favor,  and  thy  smiles, 
Thine  everlasting  love. 

5  These  are  the  blessings  I  desire  : 

Lord,  be  these  blessings  mine  ; 
And  all  the  glories  of  the  world 
I  cheerfully  resign. 

V  Z  0 .        Prayer  for  a  pure  Heart. 

1  O  Lord,  our  carnal  mind  control, 

And  make  us  pure  within ; 
Purge  more  and  more  our  inmost  soul 
From  willful  thoughts  of  sin. 

2  Let  not  the  world  with  spot  or  soil 

Our  secret  heart  defile ; 
Nor  Satan  round  our  spirit  coil 
His  chain  of  fraud  and  guile. 

3  Be  ours  the  blessed  lot  of  those 

Who  every  evil  flee ; 
Whose  holy  converse  clearly  shows 
Communion  full  with  thee ; — 

4  That  when  thou  shalt  in  mi°;ht  appear, 

We  may  thy  grace  declare, 
And  thence  through  heaven's   eternal 
year 
Thy  glorious  kingdom  share. 


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O07.  "  77m>«  7iasi  led  Captivity  captive." 

1  The  happy  morn  is  come ; 

Triumphant  o'er  the  grave, 
The  Saviour  leaves  the  tomb, 

Almighty  now  to  save : 
Captivity  is  captive  led, 
For  Jesus  liveth,  who  was  dead. 

2  "Who  now  accuseth  them, 

For  whom  the  Surety  died  ? 
Or  who  shall  those  condemn, 

Whom  God  hath  justified? 
Captivity  is  captive  led, 
For  Jesus  liveth,  who  was  dead. 

3  The  ransom  Christ  hath  paid — 

The  glorious  work  is  done ; 
On  him  our  help  is  laid, 

By  him  our  victory  won : 
Captivity  is  captive  led, 
For  Jesus  liveth,  who  was  dead. 

4  All  hail,  triumphant  Lord ! 

The  resurrection,  thou ; 
All  hail,  incarnate  Lord ! 

Before  thy  throne  we  bow : 
Captivity  is  captive  led, 
For  Jesus  liveth,  who  was  dead. 

(j7  A.  Safety  in  trusting  God. — Psalm  125 

1  Their  hearts  shall  not  be  moved 

Who  in  the  Lord  confide. 
But,  firm  as  Zion's  hill, 

They  ever  shall  abide : 
As  mountains  shield  Jerusalem, 
The  Lord  shall  be  a  shield  to  them. 

2  His  blessing  on  them  rests, 

Like  freshening  dew  from  heaven ; 


And  succor  from  his  tbrone 
In  all  their  need  is  given : 
Omnipotence  shall  guard  them  well, 
And  peace  remain  on  Israel. 

3  One  like  the  Son  of  God 

Is  walking  at  their  side, 
When  by  the  fervid  fiarae 

And  fiery  furnace  tried  ; 
And  't  is  enough  that  he  is  near, 
To  strengthen  them  in  every  fear. 

1  HO 9     "  ^l6  Saviour  oalU :  Oh,  hear  ffia 
s.\jo^j.  voice:' 

1  From  yon  delusive  scene, 

Where  death  and  ruin  smile, 
Beneath  a  treacherous  mien, 

The  sinner  to  beguile, 
The  Saviour  calls :  Oh,  hear  his  voice. 
And  make  his  love  your  early  choice  1 

2  Down  from  the  realms  of  light, 

To  this  dark  world  of  woe, 
He  came  with  speedy  flight, 

Redemption  to  bestow : 
The  Saviour  calls  :  Oh,  hear  his  voice. 
And  make  his  love  your  only  choice. 

3  With  pardon  in  his  hands, 

And  purity  and  joy, 
How  sweet  are  his  commands ! 

His  bliss  without  alloy  : 
The  Saviour  calls  :  Oh,  hear  his  voice, 
And  make  his  love  your  happy  choice. 

4  Through  life  your  guard  and  guide, 

In  death  your  strength  and  "stay, 
He  '11  keep  you  near  liis  side, 

Nor  ever  turn  away : 
The  Saviour  calls :  Oh,  hear  his  voice. 
And  make  his-  love  your  lasting  choice! 


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16.  "  A  day  in  TJiy  courts:''— Psalm  S4. 

1  Lord  of  the  worlds  above, 
How.  pleasant  and  how  fair 
The  dwellings  of  thy  love, 
Thine  earthly  temples  are  ! 
To  thine  abode  I  With  warm  desires, 

My  heart  aspires,       |  To  see  my  God. 


2  Oh,  happy  souls  that  pray 

Where  God  appoints  to  hear ! 
Oh,  happy  men  that  pay 
Their  constant  service  there  ! 
They  praise  thee  still ;  I  Who  love  the  way 
And  happy  they  |  To  Zion's  hill. 


S  They  go  from  strength  to  strength, 

Through  this  dark  vale  of  tears, 

Till  each  arrives  at  length, 

Till  each  in  heaven  appears. 

Oh,  glorious  seat,         I  Shall  thither  brim 

When  God  our  King     Our  willing  feet! 


4  The  Lord  his  people  loves  ; 
His  hand  no  good  withholds 
From  those  his  heart  approves, 
From  pure  and  upright  souls. 
Thrice  happy  he,        I  Whose  spirit  trusts 
O  God  of  hosts,  Alone  in  thee! 


9  71     "  Glory  to  God — Good  will  to  men.'" 
&**-  Luke  2. 

1  Hark!  what  celestial  sounds, 
What  music  fills  the  air ! 
Soft  warbling  to  the  morn, 
It  strikes  the  ravished  ear: 
Now  all  is  still ;     |  In  tuneful  notes, 
Now  wild  it  floats    Loud,  sweet,  and  shrilL 


2  Th'  angelic  hosts  descend, 
With  harmony  divine ; 
See  how  from  heaven  they  bend, 
And  in  full  chorus  join  : 
"Fear not,"  say  they,  |  Jesus,  your  King, 
"Great  joy  we  bring:  |  Is  born  to-day. 


3  "  He  comes,  your  souls  to  save 

From  death's  eternal  gloom ; 

To  realms  of  bliss  and  light 

He  lifts  you  from  the  tomb : 

Your  voices  raise,       I  Your  songs  unite 

With  sons  of  light ;    |  Of  endless  praise. 


4  "  Glory  to  God  on  high ! 

Ye  mortals,  spread  the  sound, 
And  let  your  raptures  fly 
To  earth's  remotest  bound  : 
For  peace  on  earth,      I  To  man  is  given, 
From  God  in  heaven,  |  At  Jesus'  birth." 


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26b.  The  Watch  of  the  Shepherds.— Lake  2. 

1  While  shepherds  watched  their  flocks 

by  night, 
All  seated  on  the  ground ; 
The  angel  of  the  Lord  came  down, 
And  glory  shone  around. 

2  "  Fear  not,"  said  he  (for  mighty  dread 

Had  seized  their  troubled  mind), 
"  Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring 
To  you  and  all  mankind. 

3  "  To  you,  in  David's  town,  this  day, 

Is  born  of  David's  line, 
The  Saviour,  who  is  Christ,  the  Lord, 
And  this  shall  be  the  sign : 

4  "  The  heavenly  Babe  you  there  shall  find, 

To  human  view  displayed, 
All  meanly  wrapped  in  swathing  bauds, 
And  in  a  manger  laid." 

5  Thus  spake  the  seraph  ;  and  forthwith 

Appeared  a  shining  throng 
Of  angels,  praising  God,  and  thus 
Addressed  their  joyful  song: 

6  "  All  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 

And  to  the  earth  be  peace  ; 
Good-will,  henceforth,  from  heaven  to 
men 
Begin,  and  never  cease !" 

Ooo.  "  The  voice  of  many  angels." — Rev.  5. 

1  Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 

With  angels  round  the  throne  ; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  K  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,"  they  cry, 

"  To  be  exalted  thus !" 
"  Worthy  the  Lamb !"  our  lips  reply, 
"  For  he  was  slain  for  us." 

3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honor  and  power  divine ; 
And  blessings  more  than  we  can  give, 
Be,  Lord,  for  ever  thine  '. 


£  Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  sky, 
And  air,  and  earth,  and  seas, 
Conspire  to  lift  thy  glories  high, 
And  speak  thine  endless  praise. 

5  The  whole  creation  join  in  one, 
To  bless  the  sacred  name 
Of  him  who  sits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb  ! 

OQA    "Ilosanna  to  the  Son  of  David." 
OJ\J.  Matt.  21:  9. 

1  Hosanna  !  be  our  cheerful  song 

To  Christ  our  Saviour  King ; 
His  praise,  to  whom  we  all  belong, 
Let  all  unite  to  sing. 

2  Hosanna !  here  in  joyful  bands, 

Let  old  and  young  proclaim  ; 
And  hail,  with  voices,  hearts,  and  hands, 
The  Son  of  David's  name. 

3  Hosanna!  sound  from  hill  to  hill, 

And  spread  from  plain  to  plain  ; 
While  louder,  sweeter,  clearer  still, 
Woods  echo  to  the  strain. 

4  Hosanna !  on  the  wings  of  light, 

O'er  earth  and  ocean  fly, 
Till  morn  to  eve,  and  noon  to  night, 
And  heaven  to  earth  reply. 

1  1  AQ     T/<>6  Seasons  ordained  by  God. 
±±<±V.  Psalm  147. 

1  With  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud, 

Address  the  Lord  on  high ; 
Over  the  heavens  he  spreads  his  cloud, 
And  waters  vail  the  sky. 

2  He  sends  his  showers  of  blessings  down 

To  cheer  the  plains  below  ; 
He  makes  the  grass  the  mountains  crown, 
And  com  in  valleys  grow. 

3  His  steady  counsels  change  the  face 

Of  the  declining  year  ; 
He  bids  the  sun  cut  short  his  race, 
And  wint'ry  days  appear. 


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4  His  hoaiw  frost,  his  fleecy  snow, 

Descend  and  clothe  the  ground; 
The  liquid  streams  forbear  to  flow, 
In  icy  fetters  bound. 

5  He  sends  his  word,  and  melts  the  snow, 

The  fields  no  longer  mourn  ; 
He  calls  the  warmer  gales  to  blow, 
And  bids  the  spring  return. 

6  The  changing  wind,  the  flying  cloud, 

Obey  his  mighty  word  ; 
With  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud, 
Praise  ye  the  sovereign  Lord! 

0  /  c/ .  The  Coronation. 

1  All  hail,  the  power  of  Jesus'  name ! 

Let  angels  prostrate  fall : 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all ! 

2  Crown  him,  ye  martyrs  of  our  God, 

Who  from  his  altar  call ; 
Extol  the  stem  of  Jesse's  rod, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all ! 

3  Te  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 

A  remnant  weak  and  small, 
Hail  him  who  saves  you  by  his  grace, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all ! 

4  Te  Gentile  sinners,  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall ; 
Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all! 

5  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 

On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all! 

6  Oh,  that  with  vender  sacred  throng, 

We  at  his  feet  may  fall ! 
We  '11  join  the  everlasting  son:?, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all! 

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Q  '71     "  Let  the  children  qfZion  be  joyful  in 
v  '  -*-  •  their  King.''' 

1  Sing,  ye  redeemed  of  the  Lord, 

Your  great  Deliverer  sing  : 
Pilgrims  for  Zion's  city  bound, 
Be  joyful  in  your  King. 

2  His  hand  divine  shall  lead  you  on 

Through  all  the  blissful  road, 
Till  to  the  sacred  mount  you  rise, 
And  see  your  smiling  God. 

3  There  garlands  of  immortal  joy 

Shall  bloom  on  every  head ; 
While  sorrow,  sighing,  and  distress, 
Like  shadows,  all  are  fled. 

4  March  on  in  your  Redeemer's  strength; 

Pursue  his  footsteps  still ; 
And  let  the  prospect  cheer  your  eye, 
While  laboring  up  the  hill. 

"I  A£>  ft  "  Let  the  wilderness  and  the  cities  lift 
i.\JOO.    up  their  voice,"— Isaiah  42 :  10- 12. 

1  Sing  to  the  Lord  in  joyful  strains ! 

Let  earth  his  praise  resound  ; 
Ye,  too,  who  on  the  ocean  dwell, 
And  fill  the  isles  around ! 

2  O  city  of  the  Lord !  begin 

The  universal  song, 
And  let  the  scattered  villages 
Thy  joyful  notes  prolong. 

3  Let  Kedar's  wilderness  afar 

Lift  up  the  lonely  voice ; 
And  let  the  tenants  of  the  rock 
With  accent  rude  rejoice. 

4  Oh,  from  the  streams  of  distant  lands, 

Unto  Jehovah  sing ! 
And  joyful  from  the  mountain  tops 
Shout  to  the  Lord,  the  King. 

5  Let  all  combined,  with  one  accord, 

Jehovah's  glories  raise, 
Till  in  remotest  bounds  of  earth 
The  nations  sound  his  praiae. 


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1  Great  God !  to  thee  my  evening  song 

With  humble  gratitude  I  raise  : 
Oh,  let  thy  mercy  tunc  my  tongue, 
And  fill  my  heart  with  lively  praise. 

2  My  days,  unclouded  as  they  pass, 

And  every  gently  rolling  hour, 
Are  monuments  of  wondrous  grace, 

And  witness  to  thy  love  and  power. 
S  And  yet  this  thoughtless,  wretched  heart, 

Too  oft  regardless  of  thy  love, 
Ungrateful,  can  from  thee  depart, 

And,  fond  of  trifles,  vainly  rove. 

4  Seal  my  forgiveness  in  the  blood 

Of  Jesus  ;  his  dear  name  alone 
I  plead  for  pardon,  gracious  God  ! 
And  kind  acceptance  at  thy  throne. 

5  Let  this  blest  hope  mine  eyelids  close ; 

With  sleep  refresh  my  feeble  frame  ; 
Safe  in  thy  care  may  I  repose, 
And  wake  with  praises  to  thy  name  ! 

Oft  Q    A  Hymn  of  the  Reformation  on  the 
-4UO.  Birth  of  Christ. 

1  All  praise  to  thee,  eternal  Lord ! 
Clothed  in  a  garb  of  flesh  and  blood ; 
Choosing  a  manger  for  thy  throne, 
While  worlds  on  worlds  are  thine  alone. 

2  Once  did  the  skies  before  thee  bow  ; 
A  virgin's  arms  contain  thee  now  : 
Angels,  who  did  in  thee  rejoice, 
Now  listen  for  thine  infant  voice. 

8  A  little  child,  thou  art  our  guect, 
That  weary  ones  in  thee  may  rest ; 
Forlorn  and  lowly  is  thy  birth, 
That  we  may  rise  to  heaven  from  earth. 

4  Thou  comest  in  the  darksome  night 
To  make  us  children  of  the  light, — 
To  make  us,  in  the  renlms  divine, 
Like  thine  own  angels  round  thee  thine. 


5  All  this  for  us  thy  love  hath  done 
By  this  to  thee  our  love  is  won : 
For  this  we  tune  our  cheerful  lays, 
And  shout  our  thanks  in  ceaseless  praise. 


285. 


"  Behold  how  He  loved  him  !» 
John  11 :  86. 

1  "See  how  he  loved!"  exclaimed  the  Jews, 

As  tender  tears  from  Jesus  fell ; 
My  grateful  heart  the  thought  pursues, 
And  on  the  theme  delights  to  dwell. 

2  See  how  he  loved,  who  traveled  on, 

Teaching  the  doctrine  from  the  skies ! 
Who  bade  disease  and  pain  begone, 
And  called  the  sleeping  dead  to  rise. 

3  See  how  he  loved,  who  never  shrank 

From  toil  or  danger,  pain  or  death ! 
Who  all  the  cup  of  sorrow  drank, 
And  meekly  yielded  up  his  breath. 

4  Such  love  can  we,  unmoved,  survey  ? 

Oh,  may  our  breasts  with  ardor  glow, 
To  tread  his  steps,  his  laws  obey, 
And  thus  our  warm  affections"  show ! 

0  L.  0 .  Invitations  of  Clirist. 

1  How  sweetly  flowed  the  gospel  sound 

From  lips  of  gentleness  and  grace, 
When    listening    thousands    gathered 
round, 
And  joy  and  reverence  filled  the  place ! 

2  From  heaven  he  came,  of  heaven  he 

spoke, 
To  heaven  he  led  his  followers'  way ; 
Dark  clouds  of  gloomy  night  he  broke, 
Unvailing  an  immortal  day. 

3  "  Come,  wanderers,  to  my  Father's  home; 

Come,  all  ye  weary  ones,  and  rest ;" 
Yes,  sacred  Teacher,  we  will  come, 
Obey  thee,  love  thee,  and  be  blest. 


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4:0.     ,4n  ancient  Psalm  of  the  Morning. 

1  O  Christ  !  with  each  returning  morn 
Thine  image  to  our  heart  be  borne ; 
And  may  we  ever  clearly  see 

Our  God  and  Saviour,  Lord,  in  thee  ! 

2  All  hallowed  be  our  walk  this  day  ; 
May  meekness  form  our  early  ray, 
And  faithful  love  our  noontide  Light, 
And  hope  our  sunset,  calm  and  bright. 

3  May  grace  each  idle  thought  control, 
And  sanctify  our  wayward  soul ; 
May  guile  depart,  and  malice  cease, 
And  all  within  be  joy  and  peace. 

4  Our  daily  course,  0  Jesus,  bless  ; 
Make  plain  the  way  of  holiness  : 
From  sudden  falls  our  feet  defend, 
And  cheer  at  last  our  journey's  end. 

OOV.  An  ancient  Hymn  to  the  Redeemer. 

1  O  Christ  !  our  King,  Creator,  Lord  ! 
Saviour  of  all  who  trust  thy  word  ! 
To  them  who  seek  thee  ever  near, 
Now  to  our  praises  bend  thine  ear. 

2  In  thy  dear  cross  a  grace  is  found — 

It  flows  from  every  streaming  wound — 
Whose  power  our  inbred  sin  controls, 
Breaks  the  firm  bond,  and  frees  our  souls! 

3  Thou  didst  create  the  stars  of  night : 
Yet  thou  hist  vailed  in  flesh  thy  light — 
Hast  deigned  a  mortal  form  to  wear, — 
A  mortal's  painful  lot  to  beax\ 

4  When  thou  didst  hang  upon  the  tree, 
The  quaking  earth  acknowledged  thee  ; 
When   thou  didst  there  yield  up  thy 

breath, 
The  world  grew  dark  as  shades  of  death. 


5  Now  in  the  Father's  glory  high, 
Great  Conqu'ror,  never  more  to  die, 
Us  by  thy  mighty  power  defend, 
And  reign  through  ages  without  end  ! 

DUO.     Prayer  of  the  penitent  Thief. 

1  Thou  that  didst  hang  upon  the  tree, 

Our  curse  and  sufferings  to  remove, 
Pity  the  souls  that  look  to  thee, 
And  save  us  by  thy  dying  love. 

2  Canst  thou  reject  our  dying  prayer, 

Or  east  us  out  who  come  to  thee? 
Our  sins,  ah !  wherefore  didst  thou  bear  ? 
Jesus,  remember  Calvary ! 

3  For  us  wast  thou  not  lifted  up  ? 

For  us  a  bleeding  victim  made, 
That  we,  vile  sinners,  we  might  hope 
Thou  hast  for  all  a  ransonfpaid  ? 

4  Oh,  might  we,  with  believing  eyes, 

Thee  in  thy  bloody  vesture  see  ! 
And  cast  us  en  thy  sacrifice : 
Jesus,  my  Lord,  remember  me ! 


Dear  Lord,  to  Tliee  Ixcould  return? 


983. 


1  An!  wretched,  vile,  ungrateful  heart, 
That  can  from  Jesus  thus  depart ; 
Thus  fond  of  trifles,  vainly  rove, 
Forgetful  of  a  Saviour's  love. 

2  Dear  Lord  !  to  thee  I  would  return, 
And  at  thy  feet  repenting  mourn  : 
There  let  me  view  thy  pardoning  love, 
And  never  from  thy  sight  remove. 

3  Oh,  let  thy  love,  with  sweet  control, 
Bind  every  passion  of  my  soul, — 
Bid  every  vain  desire  depart, 

And  dwell  for  ever  in  my  heart! 


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Z  0  b .         Tlie  Love  of  the  Father. 

1  Come,  happy  souls,  approach  your  God 

With  new,  melodious  songs  ; 

Come,  render  to  almighty  Grace 

The  tribute  of  your  tongues. 

2  So  strange,  so  boundless  was  the  love 

That  pitied  dying  men, 
The  Father  sent  his  equal  Son 
To  give  them  life  again. 

3  Thy  hands,  dear  Jesus,  were  not  armed 

With  a  revenging  rod ; 
No  hard  commission  to  perform 
The  vengeance  of  a  God. 

4  But  all  was  mercy,  all  was  mild, 

And  wrath  forsook  the  throne, 
When  Christ  on  the  kind  errand  came, 
And  brought  salvation  down. 

5  Here,  sinners,come  and  heal  your  wounds; 

Come,  wipe  your  sorrows  dry : 
Come,  trust  the  mighty  Saviour's  name, 
And  you  shall  never  die. 

6  See,  dearest  Lord,  our  willing  souls 

Accept  thine  offered  grace  ; 
We  bless  the  great  Redeemer's  love, 
And  give  the  Father  praise. 

441.  The  Name  of  Jesus. 

1  How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 

In  a  believer's  ear! 
It  soothes  his  sorrow?,  heals  his  wounds, 

And  drives  away  his  fear. 

3  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 

And  calms  the  troubled  breast ; 
'T  is  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 

And  to  the  weary,  rest. 
S  By  thee,  my  prayers  acceptance  gain, 

Although  with  sin  defiled : 
Satan  accuses  me  in  vain, 

And  I  am  owned  a  child. 

4  Jesus  !  my  Shepherd,  Guardian,  Friend, 

My  Pi-ophet,  Priest,  and  King  ; 


My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Way,  my  End, 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 

5  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 

And  cold  my  warmest  thought ; 
But  when  I  see  thee  as  thou  art, 
I  '11  praise  thee  as  I  ought. 

6  Till  then  I  would  thy  love  proclaim, 

With  every  fleeting  breath  ; 
And  may  the  music  of  thy  name 
Refresh  my  soul  in  death. 

1191    "Sweetfieldsi  beyond  the  swelling 

1  There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 

Where  saints  immortal  reign; 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

2  There  everlasting  spring  abides, 

And  never-withering  flowers : 

Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 

This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

3  Sweet  fields,  beyond  the  swelling  floods 

Stand  dressed  in  living  green  ; 

So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 

While  Jordan  rolled  between. 

4  But  timorous  mortals  start  and  shrink, 

To  cross  this  narrow  sea ; 
And  linger,  shivering,  on  the  brink, 
And  fear  to  launch  away. 

5  Oh,  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove, 

Those  gloomy  doubts  that  rise, 
And  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love 
With  tmbeclouded  eyes  !— 

6  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 

And  view  the  landscape  o'er, 
Not  Jordan's  stream. nor  death's  cold  flood 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 

1/8.  "Faithful  is  He  that  ealleth  you." 
1  Begin,  my  tongtie,  some  heavenly  themei 
And  speak  some  boundless  thing, 


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The  mighty  works,  or  mightier  name, 
Of  our  eternal  King. 

2  Tell  of  his  wondrous  faithfulness, 

And  sound  his  power  abroad ; 
Sing  the  sweet  promise  of  his  grace, 
And  the  performing  God. 

3  His  very  word  of  grace  is  strong, 

As  that  which  built  the  skies; 
The  voice  that  rolls  the  stars  along 
Speaks  all  the  promises. 

4  Oh,  might  I  hear  thy  heavenly  tongue 

But  whisper,  "  Thou  art  mine  !" 
Those  gentle  words  should  raise  my  song 
To  notes  almost  divine. 

loO.     A  Song  to  creating  Wisdom. 

1  Eternal  Wisdom  !  thee  we  praise ; 

Thee  the  creation  sings  : 
With  thyloved  name,rocks,hills,and  seas, 
And  heaven's  high  palace  rings. 

2  Thy  hand,  how  wide  it  spread  the  sky ! 

How  glorious  to  behold ! 
Tinged  with  a  blue  of  heavenly  dye, 
And  starred  with  sparkling  gold. 

3  Infinite  strength,  and  equal  skill, 

Shine  forth  the  world  abroad, 
Our  souls  with  vast  amazement  fill, 
And  speak  the  builder,  God. 

4  But  still  the  wonders  of  thy  grace 

Our  softer  passions  move  ; 
Pity  divine  in  Jesus'  face 
We  see,  adore,  and  love. 

2  74.   Ohject  of  Clirifsfs  Advent.-Lxike 4 :  18,19. 

1  IlAKK,thc2,iad  sound!  the  Saviour  comes, 

The  Saviour  promised  long; 
Let  every  heart  prepare  a  throne, 
And  every  voice  a  song. 

2  He  comes,  the  prisoner  to  release, 
'  In  Satan's  bondage  held  ; 


The  gates  of  brass  before  him  burst, 
The  iron  fetters  yield. 

3  He  comes,  from  thickest  films  of  vice 

To  clear  the  mental  ray, 
And  on  the  eyes  long  closed  in  night 
To  pour  celestial  clay. 

4  He  comes,  the  broken  heart  to  bind, 

The  bleeding  soul  to  cure, 
And,  with  the  treasures  of  his  grace, 
Enrich  the  humble  poor. 

5  Our  glad  hosannas,  Prince  of  Peace, 

Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim, 
And  heaven's  eternal  arches  ring 
With  thy  beloved  name. 

309.  The.  Tier  one  of  Love. 

1  Come,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes 

Up  to  the  courts  above, 
And  smile  to  see  our  Father  there, 
Upon  a  throne  of  love. 

2  Come,  let  us  bow  before  his  feet, 

And  venture  near  the  Lord  : 

No  fiery  cherubs  guard  his  seat, 

Nor  double-flaming  sword. 

3  The  peaceful  gates  of  heavenly  bliss 

Are  opened  by  the  Son ; 
High  let  us  raise  our  notes  of  praise, 
And  reach  th'  almighty  throne. 

4  To  thee  ten  thousand  thanks  we  bring, 

Great  Advocate  on  high  ; 
And  glory  to  th'  eternal  King, 
Who  lays  his  anger  by. 

DOXOLOGT. 

Let  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit,  be  adored, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him 
known, 

Or  saints  to  love  the  Lord. 


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1  Jesus,  the  Christ  of  God, 

The  Father's  blessed  Son ! 
The  Father's  bosom  thine  abode, 
The  Father's  love  thine  own. 

2  Jesus,  the  Lamb  of  God, 

Who,  us  from  hell  to  raise, 

Hast  shed  thy  reconciling  blood, 

We  give  thee  endless  praise. 

3  God,  and  vet  Man,  thou  art ; 

True  God,  true  Man  art  thou : 
Of  man  and  of  man's  earth  a  part, 
One  with  us  thou  art  now. 

4  Great  Sacrifice  for  sin, 

Giver  of  life  for  life ; 
Restorer  of  the  peace  within, 
True  Ender  of  the  strife. 

5  To  thee,  the  Christ  of  God, 

Thy  saints  exulting  sing — 
The  bearer  of  our  heavy  load, 
Our  own  anointed  King. 


r  A  9      "  Ask,  and  ye  shall  receive. 
OVD.  Mutt.  7:  7. 

1  "  Ask,  and  ye  sball  receive," — 

On  this  my  hope  I  build ; 
I  ask  forgiveness,  and  believe 
My  prayer  shall  be  fulfilled. 

2  Seek,  and  expect  to  find  : 

Wounded  to  death  in  soul, 

I  seek  the  Saviour  of  mankind, 

For  he  can  make  me  whole. 

3  Knock,  and  with  patience  wait, 

Bv  faith  free  entrance  gain  : 
I  stand,  and  knock  at  mercy's  gate 
Till  I  thy  grace  obtain. 


4  Shall  I  then  ask  in  vain  ; 

Seek,  and  not  find  the  Lord  ? 
Knock,  and  yet  no  admittance  gain, 
And  doubt  thy  holy  word? 

5  No,  Lord,  thou  'It  ne'er  deceive ; 

Thy  promises  are  sure ; 
In  thy  good  time  I  shall  receive ; 
What  can  I  ask  for  more  f 


77ie  Spirit  and  the  Bride  say,  Come.'" 
Rev.  22:  17. 


506. 


1  The  Spirit,  in  our  hearts, 

Is  whispering,  "Sinner,  come;" 
The  bride,  the  church  of  Christ,proclaim8 
To  all  his  children,  "  Come  1" 

2  Let  him  that  heareth  say 

To  all  about  him,  "  Come ;" 
Let  him  that  thirsts  for  righteousness, 
To  Christ,  the  Fountain,  come ! 

3  Yes,  whosoever  will, 

Oh,  let  him  freely  come, 
And  freely  drink  the  stream  of  life; 
'T  is  Jesus  bids  him  come. 

4  Lo  !  Jesus,  who  invites, 

Declares,  "  I  quickly  come  ;* 
Lord,  even  so ;  we  wait  thine  hour; 
O  blest  Redeemer,  come ! 


Wait  on  the  Lord."1— Psalm  27. 


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1  Come,  ye  with  sin  distressed, 

And  wait  upon  the  Lord : 
He  will  bestow  the  promised  rest, 
And  timely  aid  afford. 

2  What  though  he  hide  his  face, 

And  should  awhile  delay  ; 
He  '11  grant  you  fresh  supplies  of  grace. 
For  every  trying  day. 


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3  His  wisdom,  love,  and  power 

Are  all  engaged  for  you, 
Arid  in  affliction's  fiery  hour 
Will  bring  you  safely  through. 

4  He  knows  your  every  pain  ; 

He  counts  your  every  tear ; 
And,  while  your  mourning  souls  com- 
plain, 
He  lends  a  pitying  ear. 

5  Then  wait  his  gracious  will 

In  persevering  prayer ; 
His  own  blest  word  will  he  fulfill, 
And  make  your  souls  his  care. 

boo.  Give  thy  Heart. 

1  Give  to  the  Lord  thine  heart ; 
In  him  all  pleasures  meet : 
Oh,  come  and  choose  the  better  part, 
Low  at  the  Saviour's  feet. 


2  Hear,  and  your  soul  shall  live ; 

His  peace  shall  be  your  stay — 
Peace,  which  the  world  can  never  give, 
Can  never  take  away. 

3  Go  with  him  to  his  cross, 

Go  with  him  to  his  tomb  ; 
Tour  richest  gain  account  but  loss, 
And  tarry  till  he  come. 

4  Then,  when  you  hear  his  voice, 

Your  faithful  Shepherd's  call, 
Lift  up  your  heads,  in  him  rejoice, 
Your  God,  your  Guide,  your  All ! 


DOXOLOGY. 

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And  Spirit  we  adore ; 
We  praise,  we  bless,  we  worship  thee, 

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Q  A  7    "  The  Lord  hath  laid  on  Eirn  the  ini- 
ou<*  quity  of  us  all." 

1  0  Christ,  our  ever  blessed  Lord, 

For  man's  transgression  slain, 
"We  thy  redeeming  love  record 
In  songs  of  thankful  strain. 

2  We  upward  lift  our  longing  eyes, 

And  muse  on  Calvary ; 

On  thy  mysterious  sacrifice, 

Thy  shame  and  agony. 

3  We  all  like  erring  sheep  had  strayed 

From  God  the  Father's  care; 

Tiie  guilt  of  all  on  thee  was  laid, 

Our  burden  thou  didst  bear. 

4  O  Christ,  be  thou  our  present  joy, 

Our  future  great  reward ; 
Our  only  glory  may  it  be, 
To  glory  in  the  Lord  ! 

5  Oh  may  we  through  thy  cross  and  pain, 

With  all  who  thee  adore, 
A  blessed  resurrection  gain, 
And  life  for  evermore ! 


O *7f\      "  We  shall  aUo  reign  with  Eim" 
°' V*  2  Tim.  2:  12. 

1  Jesus,  our  Head,  once  crowned  with 

thorns, 
Is  crowned  with  glory  now  ; 
Heaven's  royal  diadem  adorns 
The  mighty  victor's  brow. 

2  Delight  of  all  who  dwell  above, 

The  joy  of  saints  below ; 
To  us  still  manifest  thy  love, 
That  we  its  depths  may  know. 

3  To  us  thy  cross,  with  all  its  shame, 

With  all  its  grace^be  given  ; 
Though  earth  disowns  thy  lowly  name, 
All  worship  it  in  heaven. 
L  Who  suffer  with  thee,  Lord,  below, 
Will  reign  with  thee  above  ; 


Then  let  it  be  our  joy  to  know 
This  way  of  peace  and  love. 

5  To  us  thy  cross  is  life  and  health, 
Though  shame  and  death  to  thee : 
On  earth,  it  is  our  joy  and  wealth, 
In  heaven  our  crown  shall  be. 

Do/.  Christ  our  only  Joy. 

1  Jesus  !  the  very  thought  of  thee 

With  gladness  fills  my  breast ; 
But  dearer  far  thy  face  to  see, 
And  in  thy  presence  rest. 

2  Nor  voice  can  sing,  nor  heart  can  frame, 

Nor  can  the  memory  find 
A  sweeter  sound  than  thy  blest  name, 
O  Saviour  of  mankind ! 

3  O  Hope  of  every  contrite  heart, 

O  Joy  of  all  the  meek! 
To  those  who  fall,  how  kind  thou  art, 
How  good  to  those  who  seek ! 

4  And  those  who  find  thee,  find  a  bliss 

Nor  tongue  nor  pen  can  show : 
The  love  of  Jesus— what  it  is, 
None  but  his  loved  ones  know. 

5  Jesus,  our  only  joy  be  thou ! 

As  thou  our  prize  wilt  be  ; 
Jesus,  be  thou  our  glory  now, 
And  through  eternity ! 

697.  Sympathy  with  Christ. 

1  How  wondrous  was  the  burning  ze?l 

Which  filled  the  Master's  breast, 

When,  all  his  sufferings  full  in  view, 

To  Salem's  towers  fie  pressed ! 

2  Dear  Lord !  no  tongue  can  duly  tell 

Thy  love's  prevailing  might ; 
No  thought  can  comprehend  its  length, 
And  breadth,  and  depth,  and  height ! 


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3  Yet  grant  that  we  ma}-  follow  thee 

Through  all  thine  hours  of  scorn  ; 
And  learn  with  thee  to  watch  and  pray, 
With  thee  to  weep  and  mourn. 

4  And  still,  O  blessed  Jesus  Christ ! 

The  more  thy  cross  we  see, 
The  more  may  each  exclaim  with  joy, 
The  Saviour  died  for  me ! 

705.  "7b  Thee  my  inmost  spirit  cries" 

1  O  Jesus!  thou  the  beauty  art 

01' angel-worlds  above ; 
Thy  name  is  music  to  the  heart, 
Enchanting  it  with  love. 

2  O  Jesus,  Saviour !  hear  the  sighs 

Which  unto  thee  I  sond ; 
To  thee  my  inmost  spirit  cries, 
My  being's  hope  and  end. 

5  Stay  with  us.  Lord,  and  with  thy  light 

Illume  the  soul's  abyss  ; 
Scatter  the  darkness  of  our  night, 
And  till  the  world  with  bliss. 

4  O  Jesus,  King  of  earth  and  heaven, 
Our  life  and  joy !  to  thee 
Be  honor,  thanks,  and  blessings  given 
Through  all  eternity ! 

I  J  I.      "Joint  heirs  icith  ChriaV 
1  Blessed  be  God  !  for  ever  blest, 

And  glorious  be  his  name : 
His  Son  he  gave  our  souls  to  save 

From  everlasting  shame. 

3  Th'  eternal  Life  his  life  laid  down- 

Such  was  the  wondrous  plan — 
And  Christ,  the  Son  of  God,  was  made 
A  curse,  for  cursed  man  ! 

3  Our  flesh  he  took,  our  sins  he  bore, 
Himself  for  us  he  gave  ; 


His  cross  was  ours,  and  we  with  him 
Were  buried  in  one  grave. 

4  With  him  we  rose,  with  him  we  live, 

With  him  we  sit  above  ; 
With  him  for  ever  we  shall  share 
The  Father's  boundless  love. 

5  Bless,  then,  Jehovah's  blessed  name ; 

And  bless  our  blessed  King  ! 
And  songs  of  glad  deliverance 
For  ever,  ever  sing ! 

QAQ    -An  ancient  TTymn  on  Christ  as  OUT* 
0\JJ.  Model. 

1  O  Jesus!  King  most  wonderful, 

Thou  Conqueror  renowned  ; 

Thou  sweetness  most  ineffable, 

In  whom  all  joys  are  found! 

2  When  once  thou  visitest  the  heart, 

Then  truth  begins  to  shine, 
Then  earthly  vanities  depart, 
Then  kindles  love  divine. 

3  O  Jesus,  Light  of  all  below ! 

Thou  Fount  of  life  and  fire ! 
Surpassing  all  the  joys  we  know, 
All  that  we  can  desire, — 

4  May  every  heart  confess  thy  name, 

And  ever  thee  adore  ; 
And,  seeking  thee,  itself  inflame 
To  seek  thee  more  and  more. 

5  Thee  may  our  tongues  for  ever  bless  : 

Thee  may  we  love  alone  ; 

And  ever  in  our  life  express 

The  image  of  thine  own. 

Doxologt. 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

One  God,  whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory  as  it  was,  is  now, 

And  shall  be  evermore ! 


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428.  The  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

1  When  marshaled  on  the  nightly  plain, 
The  glittering  host  bestud  the  sky. 
One  star  alone,  of  all  the  train, 

Can  fix  the  sinner's  wandering  eye. 

2  Hark!  hark  !  to  God  the  chorus  breaks, 
From  every  host,  from  every  gem ; 
But  one  alone,  the  Saviour  speaks : 

It  is  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 


3  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode : 

The  storm   was   loud,    the   night  was 

dark  ; 
The  ocean  yawned,  and  rudely  blowcd 
The  wind  that  tossed  my  foundering 

bark. 

4  Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze  ; 
Death-struck  I  ceased  the  tide  to  stem  ; 
When  suddenly  a  star  arose  ! 

It  was  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 


5  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all ; 
It  bade  my  dark  forebodings  cease  ; 
And  thro' the  storm,  and  danger's  thrall, 
It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 

6  Now  safely  moored,  my  perils  o'er, 
I  '11  sing,  first  in  night's  diadem, 
For  ever  and  for  evermore, 

The  Star— the  Star  of  Bethlehem ! 


431 


"His  Loving-kindness." 

Awake,  my  soul,  to  joyful  lays, 
And  sing  the  great  Redeemer's  praise : 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me : 
His  loving-kindness,  oh,  how  free ! 
He  saw  me  ruined  in  the  fall, 
Yet  loved  me,  notwithstanding  all ; 
He  saved  me  from  my  lost  estate : 
His  loving-kindness,  oh,  how  great ! 


Though  numerous  hosts  of  mighty  foes, 
Though  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose, 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along: 
His  loving-kindness,  oh,  how  strong! 
When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
Has  gathered  thick  and  thundered  loud, 
He  near  mv  soul  hath  always  stood : 
His  loving-kindness,  oh,  how  good ! 


5  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale  ; 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail: 
Oh,  may  my  last  expiring  breath 
His  loving-kindness  sing  in  death ! 

6  Then  let  me  mount  and  soar  away 
To  the  bright  world  of  endless  day ; 
And  sing,  with  rapture  and  surprise, 
His  loving-kindness  in  the  skies ! 


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OOO.   ^4«,  ancient  Hymn  to  the  Redeemer. 

1  Thou  art  the  everlasting  Son, 

O  Christ !  and,  high  upon  thy  throne, 
Thou  art  at  the  right  hand  of  God, 
And  hast  redeemed  us  by  thy  blood  ; 
And  heaven  and  earth  are  full  of  thee, — 
The  glory  of  thy  Majesty ! 

2  When  all  the  sharpness  of  our  death 
Was  overcome  in  thy  last  breath, 
Then  didst  thou  open  tvide  heaven's  door 
To  all  believers  evermore : 

O  Lamb  of  God !  and  thou  wilt  come, 
To  be  our  Judge,  and  take  us  home. 

3  In  thee  we  trust :  we  pray  thee,  Lord, 
Remember  thy  most  precious  blood! 
In  honor  may  we  numbered  be 
With  all  the  noble  company, 

Who  bow  before  thy  mercy-seat, 
And  cast  their  treasures  at  thy  feet. 

361.    *  We  walk  by  faith,  not  by  sight." 

1  We  did  not  see  thee  lifted  high, 
When  men  thy  sacred  body  slew, 
Nor  hear  thy  meek,  imploring  cry : 

u  Forgive,  they  know  not  what  they  do !" 
Yet  we  believe  the  deed  was  done, 
Which  shook  the  earth  and  vailed  the  sun. 

2  We  stood  not  by  the  empty  tomb 
Where,  Lord,  thy  sacred  body  lay, 
Nor  sat  within  that  upper  room, 
Nor  met  thee  in  the  open  way ; 
But  we  believe  the  angels  said, 

"  Why  seek  the  living  with  the  dead  ?" 

3  We  did  not  mark  the  chosen  few, 
When  thou  didst  through  the  clouds 

ascend, 
First  lift  to  heaven  their  wondering  view, 
Then  to  the  earth  all  prostrate  bend : 
Yet  we  believe  that  mortal  eyes 
Beheld  that  journey  to  the  skies. 


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4  And  now  that  thou  dost  reign  on  high, 
And  thence  thy  waiting  people  bless  ; 
No  ray  of  glory  from  the  sky 
Doth  shine  upon  our  wilderness; 
But  we  believe  thy  faithful  word, 
And  trust  in  our  redeeming  Lord. 

4  b  /.    An  ancient  Hymn  to  the  Trinity. 

1  Let  glory  be  to  God  on  high : 
Peace  be  on  earth  as  in  the  sky; 
Good  will  to  men  !    We  bow  the  knee, 
We  praise,  we  bless,  we  worship  thee  ; 
We  give  thee  thanks,  thy  name  we  sing, 
Almighty  Father !  Heavenly  Kiug ! 

3  O  Lord,  the  sole  begotten  Son, 
Who  bore  the  crimes  which  we  had  done; 
Son  of  the  Father,  who  wast  slain 
To  take  away  the  sins  of  men  ; 
O  Lamb  of  God,  whose  blood  was  spilt 
For  all  the  world,  and  all  its  guilt ; — 

3  Have  mercy  on  us,  through  thy  blood  ; 
Receive  our  prayer,  O  Lamb  of  God ! 
For  thou  art  holy ;  thou  alone, 
At  God's  right  hand,  upon  his  throne, 
In  all  his  glory,  art  adored, 
With  thee,  O  Holy  Ghost,  One  Lord. 

Oil.     "  Come  unto  Me,  all  ye  that  labor.'1'' 

1  Peace,  troubled  soul,  whose  plaintive 

moan 
Hath  taught  each  scene  the  notes  of  woe; 
Cease  thy  complaint,  suppress  thy  groan, 
And  let  thy  tears  forget  to  flow  : 
Behold  the  precious  balm  is  found, 
To  lull  thy  pain,  to  heal  thy  wound. 

2  Come,  freely  come,  by  sin  oppressed ; 
On  Jesus  cast  thy  weighty  load ; 

In  him  thy  refuge  find,  thy  rest, 
Safe  in  the  mercy  of  thy  God : 
Thy  God  's  thy  Saviour — glorious  word! 
Oh,  hear,  believe,  and  bless  the  Lord! 


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1  Amid  the  splendors  of  thy  state, 

O  God!  thy  love  appears, 
Soft  as  the  radiance  of  the  moon 
Among  a  thousand  stars. 

2  In  all  thy  doctrines  and  commands, 

Thy  counsels  and  designs, 
In  every  work  thy  hands  have  framed, 
Thy  love  supremely  shines. 

3  Sinai,  in  clouds,  and  smoke,  and  fire, 

Thunders  thine  awful  name  ! 
But  Zion  sings,  in  melting  notes, 
The  honors  of  the  Lamb. 

4  Angels  and  men  the  news  proclaim 

Through  earth  and  heaven  above; 
And  all  with  holv  transport,  sing 
That  God  the  Lord  is  love. 

QOO  "  The  redemption  of  their  soid  is  pre- 
Olili.  cm; ««."— Psalm  49. 

1  Worlds  can  not  reach  the  mighty  price 
Of  one  immortal  soul : 
No  :  Lord!  thy  blood  and  sacrifice 
Alone  can  make  us  whole. 

5  In  thee  be  our  salvation  sure; 

No  other  wealth  we  seek: 
We  're  rich  in  thee,  however  poor, 
And  strong,  however  weak. 

365.    UI  go  to  prepare  a  place  for  your 

1  Tn'  eternal  crates  lift  up  their  heads, 

The  doors'are  opened  wide ; 
The  King  of  glory  is  gone  up 
Unto  his  Father's  side. 

2  Thou  art  gone  in  before  us,  Lord, 

Thou  hast  prepared  a  place, 


That  we  may  be  where  now  thou  art, 
And  look  upon  thy  face. 

3  And  ever  on  thine  earthly  path 

A  gleam  of  glory  lies  ; 
A  light  still  breaks  behind  the  cloud 
That  vails  thee  from  our  eyes. 

4  Lift  up  our  thoughts,  lift  up  our  songs, 

And  let  thy  grace  be  given, 
That,  while  we  linger  yet  below, 
Our  hearts  may  be  in  heaven  ; — 

5  That,  where  thou  art  at  God's  right  hand, 

Our  hope,  our  love  may  be : 
Dwell  in  us  now,  that  we  may  dwell 
For  evermore  in  thee. 

O.CKCK  "Why  seek  ye  the  living  among  thb 
OOU.  deadt" 

1  Why  search  ye  in  the  narrow  tomb 

For  him  who  lives  on  high  ? 
Heaven  spreads  her  gates  to  make  him 
room : 
His  glory  fills  the  sky. 

2  Lift  up  your  hearts,  and  stretch  your  eyes; 

The  Saviour  is  not  here  : 
Behold  the  Conqueror  arise, 
To  grace  a  brighter  sphere. 

3  Angels  with  loud,  exulting  songs, 

Welcome  their  Lord  again  : 
To  us  the  victory  belongs  ; 
For  us  the  Lamb  was  slain.    v 

4  And  shall  we,  Lord,  ascend  with  thee, 

And  see  thee  as  thou  art, 
From  death's  terrific  power  made  free, 
And  saved  from  Satan's  dart  ? 

5  Saviour,  since  thou  art  gone  before, 

Oh,  grant  that  we  may  go 
Where  sin's  dark  empire  is  no  more, 
And  death  a  vanquished  foe ! 


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u  Victory  through  our  Lord  Jesus 
Christ."— I  Cor.  15  :  65. 

1  On  for  an  overcoming  faith 

To  cheer  my  dying  hours  ! 
To  triumph  o'er  the  monster,  death, 
And  ail  his  frightful  powers. 

2  Joyful,  with  all  the  strength  I  have, 

My  quivering  lips  should  sing, 
"  Where  is  thy  boasted  victory,  grave  ? 
And  where  the  monster's  sting?" 

3  If  sin  be  pardoned,  I  'm  secure  ; 

Death  hath  no  sting  beside : 
The  law  gives  sin  its  damning  power, 
But  Christ,  my  ransom,  died. 

4  Now  to  the  God  of  victory 

Immortal  thanks  be  paid, 
Who  makes  us  conquerors  while  we  die, 
Through  Christ,  our  living  Head ! 

1  (\*7^\    David's  Prayer  at  the  Removal  of 
IV  I  O.  the  Ark.—Ysa\m  132. 

1  Arise  !  O  King  of  grace,  arise ! 

And  enter  to  thy  rest ; 
Lo  !  thy  church  waits  with  longing  eyes, 
Thus  to  be  owned  and  blest. 

2  Enter  with  all  thy  glorious  train, 

Thy  Spirit  and"thy  word ; 
All  that  the  ark  did  once  contain, 
Could  no  such  grace  afford. 

3  Here,  mighty  God,  accept  our  vows  ; 

Here  let  thy  praise  be  spread ; 

Bless  the  provisions  of  thy  house, 

And  till  thy  poor  with  bread. 

4  Here  let  the  Son  of  David  reign ; 

Let  God's  Anointed  shine  ; 
Justice  and  truth  his  court  maintain, 
With  love  and  power  divine. 

5  Here  let  him  hold  a  lasting  throne, 

And  as  his  kingdom  grows. 


Fresh  honors  shall  adorn  his  crown, 
And  shame  confound  his  foes. 

1 09  0.      "  Sayings  of  old."— Psalm  78. 

1  Let  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds, 

Which  God  performed  of  old, — 
Which  in  our  younger  years  we  saw, 
And  which  our  fathers  told. 

2  He  bids  us  make  his  glories  known, 

His  works  of  power  and  grace  ; 
And  we  '11  convey  his  wonders  down 
Through  every  rising  race. 

3  Our  lips  shall  tell  them  to  our  sons, 

And  they  again  to  theirs, 
That  generations  yet  unborn 
May  teach  them  to  their  heirs. 

4  Thus  they  shall  learn,  in  God  alone 

Their  hope  securely  stands, 
That  they  may  ne'er  forget  his  works, 
But  practice  his  commands. 

1  1  K  A     "  Thou,  crownest  the  year  with  thy 
■L^-OU.  goodness" — Psuhn  65. 

1  'T  is  by  thy  strength  the  mountains  stand, 

God  of  eternal  power ! 
The  sea  grows  calm  at  thy  command. 
And  tempests  cease  to  roar. 

2  Thy  morning  light  and  evening  shade 

Successive  comforts  bring ; 
Thy  plenteous  fruits  make  harvest  glad; 
Thy  flowers  adorn  the  spring. 

3  Seasons  and  times,  and  moons  and  hours, 

Heaven,  earth,  and  air  are  thine  ; 
When  clouds  distill  in  fruitful  showers, 
The  author  is  divine  ! 

4  Thy  showers  the  thirsty  furrows  fill ; 

And  ranks  of  corn  appear ; 
Thy  ways  abound  with  blessings  still — 
Thy  goodness  crowns  the  year. 


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"llu  mercy  endureth  for  ever.'''' 
Psalm  136. 


1  Let  us  with  a  gladsome  mind, 
Praise  the  Lord,  for  he  is  kind : 
For  his  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

2  He,  with  all-commanding  might, 
Filled  the  new-made  world  with  light 
For  his  mercies  shall  endure, 

Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

3  All  things  living  he  doth  feed ; 
His  full  hand  supplies  their  need  : 
For  his  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

4  He  his  chosen  race  did  bless, 
In  the  wasteful  wilderness : 
For  his  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

5  He  hath,  with  a  piteous  eye, 
.Looked  upon  our  misery : 
For  his  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

6  Let  us,  then,  with  gladsome  mind, 
Praise  the  Lord,  for  he  is  kind  : 
For  his  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 


Zd. 


God's  deliverance  of  his  People. 
Psalm  107. 


1  Thank  and  praise  Jehovah's  name  ; 

For  his  mercies,  firm  and  sure, 
From  eternity  the  same, 
To  eternity  endure. 

2  Let  the  ransomed  thus  rejoice, 

Gathered  out  of  every  laud; 
As  the  people  of  his  choice, 
Plucked  frodi  the  destroyer's  hand. 


3  In  the  wilderness  astray, 

Hither,  thither,  while  they  roam, 
Hungry,  fainting  by  the  way, 
Far  from  refuge,  "shelter,  home ; — 

4  Then  unto  the  Lord  they  cry; 

He  inclines  a  gracious  ear, 
Sends  deliverance  from  on  high, 
Kescues  them  from  all  their  fear. 

5  To  a  pleasant  land  he  brings, 

Where  the  vine  and  olive  grow  ; 
Where,  from  flowery  hills,  the  springs 
Through  luxuriant  valleys  flow. 

6  Oh  that  men  would  praise  the  Lord, 

For  his  goodness  to  their  race ; 
For  the  wonders  of  his  word, 
And  the  riches  of  his  grace ! 


The  Song  of  Jubilee. 


392. 


1  Hark  !  the  song  of  jubilee ; 

Loud  as  mighty  thunders  roar, 
Or  the  fullness  of  the  sea, 
When  it  breaks  upon  the  shore. 

2  Hallelujah  !  for  the  Lord 

God  omnipotent  shall  reign : 
Hallelujah !  let  the  word 
Echo  round  the  earth  and  main. 

3  Hallelujah ! — hark  !  the  sound, 

From  the  depths  unto  the  skies, 
Wakes  above,  beneath,  around, 
All  creation's  harmonies. 

4  See  Jehovah's  banner  furled ; 

Sheathed  his  sword:  he  speaks- 
done ! 
And  the  kingdoms  of  the  world 
Are  the  kingdoms  of  his  Son. 


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5  He  shall  reign  from  pole  to  pole, 

With  supreme,  unbounded  sway ; 
He  shall  reign  when,  like  a  scroll, 
Yonder  heavens  have  passed  away. 

6  Then  the  end ; — beneath  his  rod 

Man's  last  enemy  shall  fall : 
Hallelujah  !  Christ  in  God, 
God  in  Christ  is  all  in  all ! 


354.  ■  Christ,  tlie  first-fruits." 

1  Ciirist,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-day ! 
Sons  of  men  and  angels  say : 
Kaise  your  joys  and  triumphs  hiirh  ; 
Sing,  ye  heavens  !  and  earth,  reply ! 

2  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done, 
Fought  the  fight,  the  battle  won: 
Lo  !  our  sun's  eclipse  is  o'er; 

Lo  !  he  sets  in  blood  no  more. 

S  Vain,  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal- 
Christ  hath  burst  the  gates  of  hell: 
Death  in  vain  forbids  his  rise, 
Christ  hath  opened  paradise. 

4  Lives  again  our  glorious  Kins;! 
Where,  O  Death,  is  now  thy  sting? 
Once  he  died,  our  souls  to  save  ? 
Where's  thy  viet'ry,  boasting  Grave  ? 

5  Soar  we  now  where  Christ  hath  led, 
Following  our  exalted  Head: 
Made  like  him,  like  him  we  rise, 
Ours  the  cross,  the  grave,  the  skies ! 

"I  1  4'2      "Lord,  TJwh  7ia.it  been   favorable 
rtAJ#  unto  Thy  land r 

\  Praise  to  God,  immortal  praise, 
For  the  love  that  crowns  our  days ! 
Bounteous  source  of  every  joy, 
Lei  thy  praise  our  tongues  employ  J 


|  2  For  the  blessings  of  the  field, 
For  the  stores  the  gardens  yield, 
For  the  joy  which  harvests  bring, 
Grateful  praises  now  we  sing. 

3  Clouds  that  drop  refreshing  dews  ; 
Suns  that  genial  heat  diffuse  ; 
Flocks  that  whiten  all  the  plain  ; 
Yellow  sheaves  of  ripened  grain ; 

4  All  that  Spring,  with  bounteous  hand, 
Scatters  o'er  the  smiling  land ; 

All  that  liberal  Autumn  pours 
From  her  overflowing  stores; 

5  These,  great  God,  to  thee  we  owe, 
Source  whence  all  our  blessings  flow  5 
And,  for  these,  our  souls  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows,  and  solemn  praise. 


12G8. 


77ie  Lord  Jesus  sli all  7>e  revealed 
from  heaven" 


1  Hark!  that  shout  of  rapturous  joy, 

Bursting  forth  from  yonder  cloud  1 
Jesus  comes,  and  through  the  sky 
Angels  tell  their  joy  aloud  ! 

2  Hark  !  the  trumpet's  awful  voice 

Sounds  abroad,  throusrh  sea  and  land; 
Let  his  people  now  rejoice  ! 
Their  redemption  is  at  hand. 

3  See  !  the  Lord  appears  in  view ; 

Heaven  and  earth  before  him  flyl 
Rise,  ye  saints,  he  comes  for  you— 
Rise  to  meet  him  in  the  sky. 

4  Go,  and  dwell  with  him  above, 

Where  no  foe  can  e'er  molest : 
Happy  in  the  Saviour's  love  1 
Ever  blessing,  ever  blest, 


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Looking  i?rfo  the  Sepuleher. 


359. 

1  Ye  humble  souls  that  seek  the  Lord, 

Chase  all  your  fears  away  ; 
And  bow,  with  pleasure,  down  to  see 
The  place  where  Jesus  lay. 

2  Thus  low  the  Lord  of  life  was  brought— 

Such  wonders  love  can  do — 
Thus  cold  in  death  that  bosom  lay, 
Which  throbbed  and  bled  for  you. 

3  A  moment  now  indulge  your  grief: 

Let  grateful  sorrows  rise  ; 
And  wash  the  crimson  stains  away 
With  torrents  from  your  eyes. 

4  Then  raise  your  eyes  and  tune  your  songs, 

The  Saviour  lives  a«ain  ! 
Not  all  the  bolts  and  bars  of  death 
The  Conqueror  could  detain. 

5  High  o'er  th'  angelic  bands  he  rears 

His  once  dishonored  head  ; 
And  through  unnumber'dyears  he  reigns, 
Who  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

6  With  joy  like  his,  shall  every  saint 

His  empty  tomb  survey; 
Then  rise  with  his  ascending  Lord, 
Through  all  his  shining  way. 

P)1  0    "  ^l0U  S°n  of  Dart'?,  have  mercy  on 

X  Jesus,  and  didst  thou  condescend, 
When  vailed  in  human  clay, 
To  heal  the  sick,  the  lame,  the  blind, 
And  drive  disease  away? 
2  Didst  thou  regard  the  beggar's  cry, 
And  give  the  blind  to  see  ? 
Je^us,  thou  Son  of  David,  hear — 
Have  mercy,  too,  on  me! 

5  And  didst  thou  pity  mortal  woe, 
And  sight  and  health  restore  ? 


Then  pity,  Lord !  and  save  my  soul, 
Which  needs  thy  mercy  more. 
4  Didst  thou  regard  thy  servant's  cry. 
When  sinking  in  the  wave  ? 
I  perish,  Lord !  oh,  save  my  soul ! 
For  thou  alone  canst  save. 


"I know  the  Lord  can  save" 


G82. 

1  Affliction  is  a  stormy  deep, 

Where  wave  resounds  to  wave ; 
Though  o'er  my  head  the  billows  roll, 
I  know  the  Lord  can  save. 

2  The  hand  that  now  withholds  my  joys 

Can  soon  restore  my  peace  ; 
And  he  who  bade  the  tempest  rise 
Can  bid  that  tempest  cease. 

3  In  darkest  scenes  when  sorrows  rose 

And  pressed  on  every  side, 
The  Lord  has  still  sustained  my  steps, 
And  still  has  been  my  guide. 

4  Here  will  I  rest,  and  build  my  hope, 

Nor  murmur  at  his  rod ! 
He's  more  than  all  the  world  to  me — 
My  Health,  my  Life,  my  God  ! 

/  0  O .  Self  lost  in  Christ. 

1  My  God,  my  God !  to  thee  I  cry ; 

Thee  only  would  I  know : 
Thy  purifying  blood  apply, 
And  wash  me  white  as  snow, 

2  But  art  thou  not  already  mine  ? 

Answer,  if  mine  thou  art! 
Whisper  within,  thou  Love  Divine, 
And  cheer  my  drooping  heart. 

3  Oh !  could  I  lose  myself  in  thee, 

Thy  depth  of  mercy  prove, 
Thou  vast,  unfathomable  sea 
Of  unexhausted  love ! 


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4  My  humbled  soul,  when  thou  art  near, 

In  dust  and  ashes  lies  ! 
How  shall  a  sinful  worm  appear, 
Or  meet  thy  purer  eyes ! 

5  I  loathe  myself  when  God  I  see, 

And  into  nothing  fall ; 
Content  if  thou  exalted  be, 
And  Christ  be  All  in  All ! 

/  0  J. .  Not  forsaken. 

1  And  wilt  thou  now  forsake  mc,  Lord? 

I  feel  it  can  not  be ; 
No  earthly  tongue  can  ever  tell 
What  thou  hast  been  to  me. 

2  Through  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life, 

Thy  love  hath  sheltered  me ; 
And  wilt  thou  now  forget  thy  child  ? 
I  feel  it  can  not  be. 

3  Thy  love  hath  been  my  heritage 

Through  many  a  weary  year ; 
I've  trusted  in  thy  promises, 
And  thou  hast  dried  each  tear. 

4  In  life  or  death,  I  take  my  stand 

Where  I  have  ever  stood, 
Beneath  the  shelter  of  thy  cross, 
And  trusting  in  thy  blood. 

5  And  then,  when  youth  and  health  and 

strength 
And  energy  have  fled, 
The  shades  of  evening  peacefully 
Shall  close  around  my  head. 

6  And  when  in  all  the  helplessness 

Of  death  I  turn  to  thee, 
Thou  wilt  not  then  forsake  me,  Lord ! 
I  feel  it  can  not  be. 

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°^  '  '  afflicted:' 

1  I  can  not  call  affliction  sweet, 
And  yet  'twas  good  to  bear; 

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Affliction  brought  me  to  thy  feet, 
And  I  found  comfort  there. 

2  My  weaned  soul  was  all  resigned 

To  thy  most  gracious  will ; 
Oh,  had  I  kept  that  better  mind, 
Or  been  afflicted  still ! 

3  Where  are  the  vows  which  then  I  vowed, 

The  joys  which  then  I  knew? 
Those  vanished  like  the  morning  cloud, 
These,like  the  early  dew. 

4  Lord,  grant  me  grace  for  every  day, 

Whate'cr  my  state  may  be, 
Through  life,  in  death,  with  truth  to  say, 
My  God  is  all  to  me ! 

1  1  A  3  "  That  I  may  know  hoxo  frail  I  am." 
-•-J-00-  Psalm  39. 

1  Teach  me  the  measure  of  my  days, 

Thou  Maker  of  my  frame ; 
I  would  survey  life's  narrow  space, 
And  learn  how  frail  I  am. 

2  A  span  is  all  that  we  can  boast, 

An  inch  or  two  of  time ! 
Man  is  but  vanity  and  dust, 
In  all  his  flower  and  prime. 

3  What  should  I  wish,  or  wait  for,  then, 

From  creatures,  earth  and  dust  ? 
They  make  our  expectations  vain, 
And  disappoint  our  trust. 

4  Now  I  forbid  my  carnal  hope, 

My  fond  desire  recall : 
I  give  my  mortal  interest  up, 
And  make  my  God  my  all. 

Doxologt. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
One  God,  whom  we  adore, 

Be  t>;lory  as  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  be  evermore. 


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2  /  9 .  Miracles  of  Christ. 

1  Oh,  where  is  he  that  trod  the  sea  ? 

Oh,  where  is  he  that  spake, 
And  lepers  from  their  pains  are  free, 

And  slaves  their  fetters  break  ? 
The  lame  and  palsied  freely  rise, 

With  joy  the  dumb  do  sing; 
And,  on  the  darkened,  blinded  eyes, 

Glad  beams  of  morning  spring"! 

2  Oh,  where  is  he  that  trod  the  sea  ? 

Oh,  where  is  he  that  spake, 
And  demons  from  their  victims  flee, 

The  dead  from  slumber  wake  ? 
Here,  here  art  thou,  almighty  Lord! 

Oh,  speak  to  us  once  more, 
And  let  thy  healing,  quickening  word, 

Our  ruined  souls  restore  ! 

C*  A  1     "  We  love  Him,  because  He  first  loved 
V^J-.  us;  _ Uohn  4 :  19. 

1  We  love  thee,  Lord,  because  when  we 

Had  erred  and  gone  astray, 
Thou  didst  recall  our  wandering  souls 

Into  the  homeward  way  ; 
When  helpless,  homeless,  we  were  lost 

In  sin  and  sorrow's  night, 
Thou  didst  send  forth  a  guiding  ray 

Of  thy  benignant  light  ; — 

2  Because,  when  we  forsook  thy  ways, 

Nor  kept  thy  holy  will, 
Thou  wert  not  the  avenging  Judge, 

But  gracious  Father  still ; — 
Because,  though  we  've  forgot  thee,  Lord, 

Thou  hast  not  us  forgot, — 
Though  Ave  have  oft  forsaken  thee, 

Yet  thou  forsakest  not ; — 
8  Because,  O  Lord,  thou  lovedst  us 

With  everlasting  love ; 
Because  thou  gav  st  thy  Son  to  die, 

That  we  might  live  above  ; 


Because,  when  we  were  heirs  of  wrath, 
Thou  gav'st  the  hopes  of  heaven : 

We  love  because  we  much  have  sinned, 
And  much  have  been  forgiven. 

J  xOc  Communion  icith  God  in  Retirement. 

1  Far  from  the  world,  O  Lord,  I  flee, 

From  strife  and  tumult  far ; 
From  scenes  where  Satan  wages  still 
His  most  successful  war. 

2  The  calm  retreat,  the  silent  shade, 

With  prayer  and  praise  agree  ; 
And  seem  by  thy  sweet  bounty  made 
For  those  who  follow  thee. 

3  There,  if  thy  Spirit  touch  the  soul, 

And  grace  her  mean  abode, 
Oh,  with  what  peace,  and  joy,  and  love, 

She  communes  with  her  God ! 
4.  There,  like  the  nightingale  she  pours 

Her  solitary  lays  ; 
Nor  asks  a  witness  of  her  song, 

Nor  thirsts  for  human  praise. 

5  Author  and  Guardian  of  my  life  ! 

Sweet  Source  of  light  divine, 
And — all  harmonious  names  in  one — 
My  Saviour ! — thou  art  mine ! 

6  What  thanks  I  owe  thee,  and  what  love — 

A  boundless,  endless  store — 
Shall  echo  through  the  realms  above, 
When  time  shall  be  no  more. 


"  Ue  hath  put  a  new  song  in  my  mouth.'* 
Psalm  40. 


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1  I  watted  patient  for  the  Lord  : 

He  bowed  to  hear  my  cry  ; 

He  saw  me  resting  on  his  word, 

And  brought  salvation  nigh. 

2  He  raised  nfe  from  a  horrid  pit, 

Where,  mourning,  long  I  lay, 


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And  from  my  bonds  released  my  feet — 
Deep  bonds  of  miry  clay. 

3  Firm  on  a  rock  he  made  me  stand, 

And  taught  my  cheerful  ton.jjue 
To  praise  the  wonders  of  his  hand 
In  new  and  thankful  song. 

4  I  '11  spread  his  works  of  grace  abroad  ; 

The  saints  with  joy  shall  hear, 
And  sinners  learn  to  make  my  God 
Their  only  hope  and  fear. 

Q  (\  9    "  T7ie  secret  place  of  the  Most  High:'1 
t7Uc)*  Psalm  91. 

1  There  is  a  safe  and  secret  place 

Beneath  the  wings  divine, 
Reserved  for  all  the  heirs  of  grace  : 
Oh,  be  that  refuge  mine ! 

2  The  least  and  feeblest  there  may  bide, 

Uninjured  and  unawed ; 
While  thousands  fall  on  every  side, 
He  rests  secure  in  God. 

3  He  feeds  in  pastures  large  and  fair, 

Of  love  and  truth  divine  ; 
O  child  of  God,  O  glory's  heir! 
How  rich  a  lot  is  thine ! 

4  A  hand  almighty  to  defend, 

An  ear  for  every  call, 
An  honored  life,  a  peaceful  end, 
And  heaven  to  crown  it  all ! 

1  1  OS      "7'1  I71*6*  Me  fatherless  frncleth 
X  xkju.  'mercy." 

1  O  gracious  Lord !  whose  mercies  rise 

Above  our  utmost  need, 
Incline  thine  ear  unto  our  cry, 
And  hear  the  orphan  plead. 

2  Bereft  of  all  a  mother's  love, 

And  all  a  father's  care, 
Lord,  whither  shall  we  flee  for  help  ? 
To  whom  direct  our  prayer  ? — 


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3  To  thee  we  flee,  to  thec  we  pray  ; 

Thou  shalt  our  Father  be : 
More  than  the  fondest  parent's  care 
We  find,  O  Lord,  in  thee ! 

4  Already  thou  hast  heard  our  cry, 

And  wiped  away  our  tears  : 
Thy  mercy  has  a  refuge  found, 
To  guard  our  helpless  years. 

5  Oh,  let  thy  love  descend  on  those 

Who  pity  to  us  show  ; 
Nor  let  their  children  ever  taste 
The  orphan's  cup  of  woe  ! 


"J  9  f)f\     "  Sorrow  not,  even  as  others  icliich 
X  i_j \J  VJ .  have  no  hope." 

1  Dear  as  thou  wert,  and  justly  dear, 

We  will  not  weep  for  thee  : 
One  thought  shall  check  the  starting  tear: 
It  is,  that  thou  art  free. 

2  And  thus  shall  faith's  consoling  power 

The  tears  of  love  restrain  : 
Oh,  who  that  saw  thy  parting  hour, 
Could  wish  thee  back  again ! 

3  Triumphant  in  thy  closing  eye 

The  hope  of  glory  shone  ; 
Joy  breathed  in  thine  expiring  sigh 
To  think  the  fight  was  won. 

4  Gently  the  passing  spirit  fled, 

Sustained  by  grace  divine ; 
Oh,  may  such  grace  on  me  be  shed, 
And  make  my  end  like  thine ! 


DOXOLOGY. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
One  God,  whom  Ave  adore, 

Be  glory  as  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  be  evermore  ! 


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1  Where  shall  I  look  for  holy  calm, 

But  in  thy  blood,  thou  dying  Lamb  ? 
My  only  hope  of  mercy  lies 
In  thine  atoning  sacrifice. 

2  The  world's  temptations  may  assail, 

Its  friendships  cease,  its  comforts  fail ; 
But  if  thy  peace,  dear  Lord,  be  mine, 
All  else  submissive  I  resign. 

3  Oh,  let  my  spirit  meekly  rest 

In  whatso'er  thy  love  sees  best ; 
Confiding  in  thy  sovereign  grace, 

And  trusting  where  I  fail  to  trace. 
£  Lord,  let  thy  peace  my  soul  sustain, 

'Mid  mingled  scenes  of  joy  and  pain  ; 
Till,  in  the  fullness  of  thy  love, 

I  reach  the  Fountain-head  above. 

i  OO.     "Jesus,  remember  Calvary" 

1  My  sufferings  all  to  thee  are  known, 

Tempted  in  every  point  like  me  ; 
Regard  my  grief,  regard  thine  own : 
Jesus,  remember  Calvary ! 

2  For  whom  didst  thou  the  cross  endure  ? 

Who  nailed  thy  body  to  the  tree? 
Did  not  thy  death  my  life  procure  ? 
Oh,  let  thy  mercy  answer  me  ! 

3  Art  thou  not  touched  with  human  woe? 

Hath  pity  left  the  Son  of  man  ? 
Dost  thou  not  all  my  sorrows  know, 
And  claim  a  share"  in  all  my  pain  ? 

4  Thou  wilt  not  break  a  bruised  reed, 

Or  quench  the  smallest  spark  of  grace, 
Till  through  the  soul  thy  power  is  spread 
Thine  all-victorious  righteousness. 

5  The  day  of  small  and  feeble  things, 

I  know  thou  never  wilt  despise ; 
And  soon,  with  healing  in  his  wings, 
The  Sun  of  righteousness  shall  rise. 


*7  Q  K    "  I  will  that  they  he  with  Me,  zchers 
t  ou.  /  am."— John  17 :  24. 

1  Let  me  be  with  thee  where  thou  art, 

My  Saviour,  my  eternal  Rest ; 
Then  only  will  this  longing  heart 
Be  fully  and  for  ever  blest. 

2  Let  me  be  with  thee  where  thou  art, 

Thine  unvailed  glory  to  behold  ; 
Then  only  will  this  wandering  heart 
Cease  to  be  false  to  thee  and  cold. 

3  Let  me  be  with  thee  where  thou  art, 

Where  spotless  saints  thy  name  adore ; 
Then  only  will  this  sinful  heart 
Be  evil  and  defiled  no  more. 

4  Let  me  be  with  thee  where  thou  art, 

Where  none  can  die,where  none  remove; 
There  neither  tfeath  nor  life  will  part 
Me  from  thy  presence  and  thy  love. 

oZo .      Living  to  the  Glory  of  God. 

1  O  thou,  who  hast  at  thy  command 
The  hearts  of  all  men  in  thy  hand ! 
Our  wayward,  erring  hearts  incline 
To  know  no  other  will  but  thine. 

2  Our  wishes,  our  desires,  control ; 
Mold  every  purpose  of  the  soul ; 
O'er  all  may  we  victorious  be 

That  stands  between  ourselves  and  thee. 

3  Thrice  blest  will  all  our  blessings  prove, 
When  through  them  all  we  see  thy  love  ; 
When  each  glad  heart  its  tribute  pays 
Of  humble  gratitude  and  praise. 

4  And  while  we  to  thy  glory  live, 
May  we  to  thee  all  glory  give  ; 
Until  the  joyful  summons  come, 
That  calls  thy  willing  servants  home. 

QG.  O  " Forgiving  one  another.'''' 

ouo«  Eph.  4:30-32. 

1  TnE  Spirit,  like  a  peaceful  dove, 

Flies  from  the  realms  of  noise  and  strife: 


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Why  should  we  vex  and  grieve  his  lore, 
Who  seals  oui*  souls  to  heavenly  life  \ 

2  Tender  and  kind  he  all  our  thoughts  ; 
Through  all  our  lives  let  mercy  run  : 
So  God  forgives  our  numerous  faults, 
For  the  dear  sake  of  Christ,  his  Son. 

4  54.  Prayer  for  the  Guidance  of  the  Spirit. 

1  Come,  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  light  and  comfort  from  above  ; 
Be  thou  our  guardian,  thou  our  guide, 
O'er  every  thought  and  step  preside. 

2  The  light  of  truth  to  us  display, 

And  make  us  know  and  choose  thy  way; 
Plant  holy  fear  in  every  heart, 
That  we  from  God  may  ne'er  depart. 

3  Lead  us  to  holiness — the  road 

Which  we  must  take  to  dwell  with  God ; 
Lead  us  to  Christ,  the  living  way, 
Nor  let  us  from  his  pastures  stray. 

4  Lead  us  to  God,  our  final  rest, 
To  be  with  him  for  ever  blest ; 

Lead  us  to  heaven,  its  bliss  to  share — 
Fullness  of  joy  for  ever  there  ! 


Will  He  no  more  to  us  return  T' 


463. 

1  O  Lord,  and  shall  our  fainting  souls 

Thy  just  displeasure  ever  mourn  ? 
Thy  Spirit  grieved,  and  Ions:  withdrawn, 
Will  he  no  more  to  us  return  ? 

2  Great  Source  of  light  and  peace  !  return, 

Nor  let  us  mourn  and  sis:h  in  vain  ; 
Come,  repossess  these  longing  hearts 
With  all  the  graces  of  thy  train. 

3  This  temple,  hallowed  by  thine  hand, 

Once  more  h£  with  thy  presence  blest ; 


Here  be  thy  grace  anew  displayed, 
Be  this  thine  everlasting  rest ! 

000.        Repentance  at  the  Cross. 

1  Here,  at  thy  cross,  my  gracious  Lord, 

I  lay  my  soul  beneath  thy  love : 
Oh,  cleanse  me  with  atoning  blood, 
Nor  let  me  from  thy  feet  remove ! 

2  Should  worlds  conspire   to   drive  ma 

thence, 
Moveless  and  firm  this  heart  should  lie; 
Resolved,  for  that 's  my  last  defense, 
If  I  must  perish,  there  to  die. 

3  But  speak,  my  Lord,  and  calm  my  fear; 

Am  I  not  safe  beneath  thy  shade  ? 
Thy  vengeance  will  not  strike  me  here, 
Nor  Satan  dare  my  soul  invade. 

4  Yes,  I  'm  secure  beneath  thy  blood, 

And  all  my  foes  shall  lose"  their  aim  : 
Hosanna  to  my  Saviour  God! 
And  loudest  praises  to  bis  name. 

LQq7  ."  Lord,  lam.  Thint,  entirely  Tldne." 

1  Lord,  I  am  thine,  entirely  thine, 
Purchased  and  saved  by  blood  divine  ■, 
With  full  consent  I  thine  would  be, 
And  own  thy  sovereign  right  in  me. 

2  Here,  O  my  Lord,  my  soul,  my  all, 
I  yield  to  thee  beyond  recall ; 
Accept  thine  own, — so  long  withheld, 
Accept  what  I  so  freely  yield. 

3  Grant  one  poor  sinner  more  a  place 
Among  the  children  of  thy  ^race  ; 
A  wretched  sinner  lost  to  G~od, 

But  ransomed  by  Immanuel's  blood. 

4  The  vow  is  past  beyond  repeal ; 
Now  will  I  set  the  solemn  seal : 
Thine  would  I  live,  thine  would  I  die, 
Be  thine  through  all  eternity. 


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00.  7fte  Lord's  Day. 

1  Safely  through  another  week 
God  has  brought  us  on  our  way ; 

Let  us  now  a  blessing  seek, 
Waiting  in  his  courts  to-day  : 

Day  of  all  the  week  the  best, 

Emblem  of  eternal  rest. 


2  While  we  pray  for  pardoning  grace, 

Through  the  dear  Redeemers  name, 
Show  thy  reconciling  face ; 

Take  away  our  sin  and  shame : 
From  our  worldly  cares  set  free, 
May  we  rest  this  day  in  thee. 

3  Here  we  come,  thy  name  to  praise ; 

Let  us  feel  thy  presence  near ; 
May  thy  glories  meet  our  eyes, 

While  we  in  thy  house  appear : 
Here  afford  us,  Lord,  a  taste 
Of  our  everlasting  feast. 

4  May  the  Gospel's  joyful  sound 

Conquer  sinners,  comfort  saints ; 
Make  the  fruits  of  grace  abound ; 

Bring  relief  for  all  complaints : 
Thus  let  all  our  Sabbaths  prove, 
Till  we  rest  in  thee  above. 


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mild  virtues. 


1  Ever  patient,  gentle,  meek, 
Holy  Saviour!  was  thy  mind ; 
Vainly  in  myself  I  seek 
Likeness  to  my  Lord  to  find ; 


Yet  that  mind  which  was  in  thee, 
May  be,  must  be  formed  in  me. 


2  Days  of  toil,  'mid  throngs  of  men, 

Vexed  not,  ruffled  not  thy  soul ; 
Still  collected,  calm,  serene, 

Thou  each  feeling  couldst  control : 
Lord,  that  mind  which  was  in  thee, 
May  be,  must  be  formed  in  me. 

3  Though  such  griefs  were  thine  to  bear, 

For  each  suff'rer  thou  couldst  feel; 
Every  mourner's  burden  share, 

Every  wounded  spirit  heal : 
Saviour !  let  thy  grace  in  me 
Form  that  mind  which  was  in  thee. 


4  When  my  pain  is  most  intense, 
Let  thy  cross  my  lesson  jDrove ; 
Let  me  hear  thee,  e'en  from  thence, 

Breathing  words  of  peace  and  love : 
Saviour !  let  thy  grace  in  me 
Form  that  mind  which  was  in  thee. 


9-37. 


Tlie  precious  Sons  of  Zion. 


1  Blessed  are  the  sons  of  God ! 
They  are  bought  with  Jesus'  blood; 
They  are  ransomed  from  the  grave  ; 
Life  eternal  they  shall  have : 

With  them  numbered  may  we  be, 
Here  and  in  eternity ! 

2  God  did  love  them  in  his  Son 
Long  before  the  world  begun  ; 
All  their  sins  are  washed  away ; 
They  shall  stand  in  God1^  great  day : 


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"With  them  numbered  may  we  be, 
Here  and  in  eternity ! 


3  They  are  harmless,  meek,  and  mild, 
Holy,  humble,  undefined ; 
They  are  by  the  Spirit  sealed, 
They  with  love  and  peace  are  filled  : 
"With  them  numbered  may  we  be, 
Here,  and  in  eternity ! 


4  They  are  lights  upon  the  earth, 
Children  of  a  heavenly  birth ; 
One  with  God,  with  Jesus  one, 
Glory  is  in  them  begun  : 
With  them  numbered  may  we  be, 
Here,  and  in  eternity  ! 


475. 


Consecration  to  the  Trinity. 


Now,  O  God,  thine  own  I  am  ! 

Notv  I  give  thee  back  thine  own  : 
Freedom,  friend?,  and  health  and  fame, 

Consecrate  to  thee  alone  : 
Thine  I  live,  thrice  happy  I ! 
Happier  still,  if  thine  I  die. 


Take  me,  Lord,  and  all  my  powers  ; 

Take  my  mind,  and  heart,  and  will 
All  my  goods,  and  all  mv  hours, 

All  I  know,  and  all  I  feel, 
All  I  think,  or  speak,  or  do — 
Take  my  soul  and  make  it  new ! 


Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 


As  by  the  celestial  host, 
Let  thy  will  on  earth  be  done  : 

Praise  by  all  to  thee  be  given, 
Glorious  Lord  of  earth  and  heaven ! 


909, 


Tlie  childlike  Heart. 


1  Quiet,  Lord,  my  froward  heart ; 

Make  me  teachable  and  mild, 
Upright,  simple,  free  from  art; 

Make  me  as  a  weaned  child, — 
From  distrust  and  envy  free, 
Pleased  with  all  that  pleases  thee. 


2  What  thou  shalt  to-day  provide, 

Let  me  as  a  child  receive; 
What  to-morrow  may  betide, 

Calmly  to  thy  wisdom  leave  : 
'T  is  enough  that  thou  wilt  care ; 
Why  should  I  the  burden  bear  ? 

3  As  a  little  child  relies 

On  a  care  beyond  his  own, 
Knows  he 's  neither  strong  nor  wise, 

Fears  to  stir  a  step  alone ; 
Let  me  thus  with  thee  abide, 
As  my  Father,  Guard,  and  Guide. 


Doxologt. 

Blessing,  honor,  glory,  might, 
And  dominion  infinite, 
To  the  Father  of  our  Lord, 
To  the  Spirit  and  the  Word: 
As  it  was  all  worlds  before, 
Is,  and  shall  be  evermore. 


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176. 


God  faithful  to  His  Promises. 


1  The  promises  I  sing, 

Which  sovereign  love  hath  spoke ; 
Nor  will  th'  eternal  King 

His  words  of  grace  revoke  : 
They  stand  secure      I  Not  Zion's  hill 
And  steadfast  still ;    |  Abides  so  sure. 

2  The  mountains  melt  away, 

When  once  the  judge  appears  ; 
And  sun  and  moon  decay, 

That  measure  mortal  years  : 
But  still  the  same,  I  The  promise  shines 
In  radiant  lines,       |  Through  all  the  flame. 

3  Their  harmony  shall  sound 

Through  my  attentive  ears, 
When  thunders  cleave  the  ground, 

And  dissipate  the  spheres : 
'Mid  all  the  shock      I  I  stand  serene, 
Of  that  dread  scene,  |  Thy  word  my  rock. 


194. 


Looking  up.'" — Psalm  121. 


1  Upward  I  lift  mine  eyes ; 

From  God  is  all  my  aid ; 
The  God  who  built  the  skies, 

And  earth  and  nature  made  : 
God  is  the  tower        I  His  grace  is  nigh 
To  which  I  fly ;  |  In  every  hour. 

2  My  feet  shall  never  slide, 

And  fall  in  fatal  snares, 
Since  God,  my  guard  and  guide, 

Defends  me  from  my  fears  : 
Those  wakeful  eyes,  I  Shall  Israel  keep 
That  never  sleep,       |  When  dangers  rise. 

3  No  burning  heats  by  day, 

Nor  blasts  of  evening  air, 


Shall  take  my  health  away, 
If  God  be  with  me  there  : 
Thou  art  my  sun,       I  To  guard  my  head 
And  thou  my  shade,  |  By  night  or  noon. 

4  Hast  thou  not  given  thy  word 
To  save  my  soul  from  death  ? 
And  I  can  trust  my  Lord 
To  keep  my  mortal  breath  : 
I  '11  go  and  come,      I  Till  from  on  high 
Nor  fear  to  die,         |  Thou  call  me  home. 

OOO.       "  Tliou  rising,  reigning  God" 

1  Yes,  the  Redeemer  rose ; 

The  Saviour  left  the  dead ; 
And  o'er  our  hellish  foes 

High  raised  his  conquering  head  : 
In  wild  dismay,  I  Fall  to  the  ground, 

The  guards  around    |  And  sink  away. 

2  Lo !  the  angelic  bands 

In  full  assembly  meet, 
To  wait  his  high  commands, 

And  worship  at  his  feet : 
Joyful  they  come,       I  From  realms  of  day 
And  wing  their  way,  |  To  Jesus'  tomb. 

3  Then  back  to  heaven  they  fly, 

And  the  glad  tidings  bear : 
Hark  !  as  they  soar  on  high, 

What  music  fills  the  air ! 
Their  anthems  say  :  I  Hath  left  the  dead, 
"  Jesus  who  bled      |  He  rose  to-day." 

4  Ye  mortals,  catch  the  sound, 

Redeemed  by  him  from  hell ; 
And  send  the  echo  round 

The  globe  on  which  you  dwell : 
Transported  cry :      I  Hath  left  the  dead, 
"  Jesus  who  bled       No  more  to  die." 


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5  All  hail,  triumphant  Lord, 

Who  sav'st  us  with  thy  blood ! 
Wide  be  that  name  adored, 
Thou  rising,  reigning  God  ! 
With  thee  we  rise,    I  And  empires  gain 
With  thee  we  reign,  |  Beyond  the  skies. 


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1  Fight  the  good  fis;ht !  lay  hold 

Upon  eternal  life ; 
Keep  but  thy  shield — be  bold ! 

Stand  through  the  hottest  strife : 
With  thy  great  Captain  on  the  field, 
Thou  canst  not  fail,  unless  thou  yield. 

2  No  force  of  earth  or  hell, 

Though  fiends  with  men  unite, 
Truth's  champion  can  compel, 

However  pressed,  to  flight : 
He  stands  unmoved  upon  the  field; 
He  can  not  fall,  unless  he  yield. 

3  Trust  in  thy  Saviour's  might ; 

Yea,  till  thy  latest  breath, 
Fight,  and  like  him  in  fight, 

By  dying  conquer  death  : 
And,all-victorious  in  the  field, 
Then,  with  thy  sword,  thy  spirit  yield. 

4  Great  words  arc  these,  and  strong ; 

Yet,  Lord,  I  look  to  thee ; 
To  whom  alone  belong 
Valor  and  victory : 
With  thee,  my  Captain,  in  the  field, 
I  must  prevail — I  can  not  yield ! 


J-  vJU-± .      '  By  JTis  stripes  ice  are  healed,"'1 

1  Thy  works,  not  mine,  O  Christ ! 
Speak  gladness  to  this  heart ; 


They  tell  me  all  is  done  ; 
They  bid  my  fear  depart : 
To  whom,  save  thee  I  For  sin  atone, 
Who  canst  alone         Lord !  shall  I  flee? 


2  Thy  tears,  not  mine,  O  Christ, 
Have  wept  my  guilt  away  ; 
And  turned  this  night  of  mine 
Into  a  blessed  day : 
To  whom,  save  thee  I  For  sin  atone, 
Who  canst  alone  Lord !  shall  I  flee  ? 


3  Thy  wounds,  not  mine,  O  Christ, 
Can  heal  my  bruised  soul ; 
Thy  stripes,  not  mine,  contain 
The  balm  that  makes  me  whole  : 
To  whom,  save  thee  I  For  sin  atone, 
Who  canst  alone  Lord !  shall  I  flee  ? 


4  Thy  cross,  not  mine,  O  Christ, 

Has  borne  the  awful  load 

Of  sins  that  none  could  bear 

But  the  incarnate  God : 

To  whom,  save  thee  I  For  sin  atone, 

Who  canst  alone  Lord !  shall  I  flee  ? 


5  Thy  death,  not  mine,  0  Christ, 
Has  paid  the  ransom  due ; 
Ten  thousand  deaths  like  mine 
Would  have  been  all  too  few: 
To  whom,  save  thee  I  For  sin  atone, 
Who  canst  alone  Lord !  shall  I  flee  ? 


6  Thy  righteousness  alone 
Can  clothe  and  beautify  ; 
I  wrap  it  round  my  soul; 
In  this  I  '11  live  and  die : 
To  whom,  save  thee  I  For  sin  atone, 
Who  canst  alone         Lord !  shall  I  flee  ? 


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4Q  /(    "  Difo  yo?*  which  "believe  He  is  precious.'''' 
*>*•  1  Pet  2:  7. 

1  Oh,  speak  of  Jesus  !  other  names 
Have  lost  for  me  their  interest  now ; 
His  is  the  only  one  that  claims 

To  he  an  antidote  for  woe : 

It  falls  like  music  on  the  ear, 

When  nothing  else  can  soothe  or  cheer. 

2  Oh,  speak  of  Jesus !  of  his  power, 
As  perfect  God,  and  perfect,  man, 
Which  day  by  day,  and  hour  by  hour, 
As  he  wrought  out  the  wondrous  plan, 
Led  him,  as  God,  to  save  and  heal ; 

As  man  to  sympathize  and  feeL 

3  Oh,  speak  of  Jesus — of  his  death ! 
For  us  he  lived,  for  us  he  died ; 

"  'T  is  finished,"  with  his  latest  breath, 
The  Lord,  Jehovah-Jesus,  cried ; 
That  death  of  shame  and  agony 
Won  life,  eternal  life  for  me ! 

4  Yes,  speak  of  Jesus  while  mine  ear 
Can  listen  to  a  human  voice ! 

That  name  my  parting  soul  will  cheer, 
Will  bid  me  ev'n  in  death  rejoice ; 
Then  prove,  when  these  clay  bonds  are 

riven, 
My  passport  at  the  gates  of  heaven ! 


Here  is  my  heart." 


553. 


1  Here  is  my  heart— I  give  it  thee ! 
My  God,  I  heard  thee  call,  and  say, 
"  Not  to  the  world,  my  child — to  me !' 
I  heard  thy  voice  and  will  obey : 
Here  is  love's  offering  to  my  King 
Which  in  glad  sacrifice  I  bring. 

3  Here  is  my  heart — the  gift  tho'  poor, 
Thou,  O  my  God,  wilt  not  despise ; 


Long  have  I  sought  to  make  it  pure 
And  fit  to  meet  thy  searching  eyes : 
Corrupted  first  in  Adam's  fall, 
The  stains  of  sin  pollute  it  all. 

3  Here  is  my  heart ! — so  hard  before, 
But  now  by  thy  rich  grace  made  meet ; 
Yet  bruised  and  sad  it  can  but  pour 
Its  tears  and  anguish  at  thy  feet : 

It  groans  beneath  the  weight  of  sin, 
It  sighs  salvation's  joy  to  win. 

4  Here  is  my  heart ! — its  longings  end 
In  Christ,  as  near  his  cross  it  draws  ; 
It  says,  "  Thou  art  my  rest,  my  Friend, 
Thy  precious  blood  my  ransom  was :" 
In  thee,  the  Saviour,  it  has  found 
That  peace  and  blessedness  abound. 

0  J4 .    "  TJiine  wholly —  Thine  a?07ie.n 

1  Jesus  !  thy  boundless  love  to  me 

No  thought  can  reach,  no  tongue  declare; 
Oh,  knit  my  thankful  heart  to  thee, 
And  reign  without  a  rival  there  ! 
Thine  wholly,  thine  alone,  I  live : 
Thyself  to  me,  my  Saviour,  give ! 

2  O  Love !  how  cheering  is  thy  ray ! 
All  pain  before  thy  presence  flies ; 
Care,  anguish,  sorrow,  melt  away, 
Where'er  thy  healing  beams  arise : 
O  Jesus !  nothing  may  I  see, 
Nothing  desire,  or  seek,  but  thee! 

3  What  in  thy  love  possess  I  not  ? 
My  star  by  night,  my  sun  by  day, 

My  spring  of  life  when  parched  with 

drought, 
My  wine  "to  cheer,  my  bread  to  stay  ; 
My  strength,  my  shield,  my  safe  abode, 
My  robe  before  the  throne  of  God. 


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9  AO  "^  2fivne  which  is  above  every  name.™ 
OU^-  Phil.  2:  9. 

1  There  is  none  other  name  than  thine, 
Jehovah  Jesus!  Name  divine! 

On  which  to  rest  for  sins  forgiven — 
For  peace  with  God,  for  hope  of  heaven. 

2  There  is  none  other  name  than  thine, 
When  cares,and  fears,and  griefs  are  mine, 
That,  with  a  gracious  power,  can  heal 
Each  care,  aud  fear,  and  grief  I  feel. 

S  There  is  none  other  name  than  thine, 
When  called  my  spirit  to  resign, 
To  bear  me  through  that  latest  strife, 
And  ev'n  in  death  to  be  my  life. 

4  Name,  above  every  name  !  thy  praise 
Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days : 
Jehovah  Jesus !  Name  divine ! 
Rock  of  salvation !  thou  art  mine 


7X(\      "Because  I  live,  i/e  shall  live  also. 
°V.  John  14:  19. 

1  When  sins  and  fears  prevailing  rise, 
And  fainting  hope  almost  expires, 
Jesus,  to  thee  I  lift  my  eyes, 

To  thee  I  breathe  my  soul's  desires. 

2  If  my  immortal  Saviour  lives, 
Then  my  immortal  life  is  sure ; 
His  word  a  firm  foundation  gives ; 
Here  let  me  build,  aud  rest  secure. 

8  Here  let  my  faith  unshaken  dwell ; 
Immovable  the  promise  stands ; 
Not  all  the  powers  of  earth  or  hell 
Can  e'er  dissolve  the  sacred  bands. 

4  Here,  O  my  soul !  thy  trust  repose : 
If  Jesus  is  for  ever  mine, 
Not  death  itself,  that  last  of  foes, 
Shall  brcaU  a  union  so  divine. 


i  DZ.       "We  shall  also  reign  with  7/i»i." 

1  Weary  with  sin,  I  lift  mine  eyes 
To  him  who  toiled  and  died  for  me ; 
My  struggling  spirit  longs  to  rise 
And  reign,  my  Saviour !  one  with  thee. 

2  For  thee  I  count  all  things  but  loss, 
So  let  me  gain  thy  promised  throne ; 
For  me  why  didst  thou  bear  thy  cross, 
If  not  to  make  me  share  thy  crown  'i 

3  Give,  give  to  me  the  good  I  crave ; 
Cleanse  me  in  thine  atoning  blood : 
Why  didst  thou  love  me  in  thy  grave, 
If  not  t'  enthrone  me  near  my  God  ? 

4  Oh,  let  my  hope,  so  dear,  so  bright, 
Illumine  my  dark  hour  of  death ! 
What  if  thy  glories  blind  my  sight? 
Let  them  allure  and  cheer  my  faith. 

830.  "  Myself  I  give." 

1  While  in  the  hours  of  blooming  youth. 
My  God,  I  've  felt  and  owned  thy  truth; 
Thy  mercies,  with  increasing  age, 
Shall  still  my  grateful  heart  engage. 

2  No  human  power  shall  e'er  control 
This  settled  purpose  of  my  soul; 
Or  urge  my  constant  mind  to  strav, 
But  where  thy  wisdom  points  the  way. 

3  To  thee,  0  Lord,  myself  I  give ; 
'T  is  to  thy  glory  I  would  live  : 

My  God  !  my  Strength,my  Hope,  my  Joy, 
Thy  praise  shall  all"  my  powers  employ. 

Doxologt. 

Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow! 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below! 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ! 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ! 


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MAITLAND.    C.  M. 


^4U .Sovereignty  of God  in  His  Gift  of  Grace. 

1  O  gift  of  gifts !    O  Grace  of  faith ! 

My  God,  how  can  it  be 
That  thou,  who  hast  discerning  love, 
Shouldst  give  that  gift  to  me ! 

2  How  many  hearts  thou  might'st  have  had 

More  innocent  than  mine ! 
How  many  souls  more  worthy  far 
Of  that  pure  touch  of  thine ! 

3  Ah,  Grace !  into  unlikeliest  hearts 

It  is  thy  boast  to  come ; 

The  glory  of  thy  light  to  find 

In  darkest  spots  a  home. 

4  Thy  choice,  O  God  of  goodness!  then 

I  lovingly  adore ; 
Oh,  give  me  grace  to  keep  thy  grace, 
And  grace  to  long  for  more ! 

395.  The  Good  Shepherd. 

1  To  thee,  my  Shepherd  and  my  Lord, 

A  grateful  song  I  '11  raise ; 
Oh,  let  the  feeblest  of  thy  flock 
Attempt  to  speak  thy  praise ! 

2  But  how  shall  mortal  tongue  express 

A  subject  so  divine  ? 
Do  justice  to  so  vast  a  theme, 
Or  praise  a  love  like  thine  ? 

3  My  life,  my  joy,  my  hope,  I  owe 

To  thine"  amazing  love  ; 
Ten  thousand,  thousand  comforts  here, 
And  nobler  bliss  above. 

4  To  thee  my  trembling  spirit  flies, 

With  sin  and  grief  oppressed ; 
Thy  gentle  voice  dispels  my  fears, 
And  lulls  my  cares  to  rest. 

5  Lead  on,  dear  Shepherd !— led  by  thee, 

No  evil  shall  I  fear ; 


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Soon  shall  I  reach  thy  fold  above, 
And  praise  thee  better  there. 


Tlie  Pearl  of  great  Price. 
Matt.  13 :  46. 


436. 

1  Ye  glittering  toys  of  earth,  adieu  I 

A  nobler  choice  be  mine ; 
A  real  prize  attracts  my  view, 
A  treasure  all  divine. 

2  Jesus,  to  multitudes  unknown, 

O  name  divinely  sweet ! 
Jesus,  in  thee,  in  thee  alone, 
Wealth,  honor,  pleasure  meet. 

3  Should  earth's  vain  treasures  all  depart, 

Of  this  dear  gift  possessed ; 
I  'd  clasp  it  to  my  joyful  heart, 
And  be  for  ever  blest. 

4  Dear  Sovereign  of  my  soul's  desires, 

Thy  love  is  bliss  divine  ; 
Accept  the  gift  that  love  inspires, 
And  bid  me  call  thee  mine. 

OQ       "Pray  for  the  peace  of  Jerusalem."* 
^°'  Psalm  122. 

1  Oh,  't  was  a  joyful  sound  to  hear 

Our  tribes  devoutly  say : 
"Up,  Israel,  to  the  temple  haste, 
And  keep  your  festal  day !" 

2  At  Salem's  courts  we  must  appear, 

With  our  assembled  powers, 
In  strong  and  beauteous  order  ranged, 
Like  her  united  towers. 

3  Oh,  pray  we  then  for  Salem's  peace  I 

For  they  shall  prosperous  be, 
Thou  holy  city  of  our  God, 
Who  bear  true  love  to  thee. 

4  May  peace  within  thy  sacred  walls 

A  constant  guest  be  found ; 
With  plenty  and  prosperity 
Thy  palaces  be  crowned. 


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ObO.  "  <?w?  giveth  grace  to  the  humble." 

1  Come,  let  us  to  the  Lord  our  God 

With  contrite  hearts  return  ! 
Our  God  is  gracious,  nor  will  leave 
The  desolate  to  mourn. 

2  His  voice  commands  the  tempest  forth, 

And  stills  the  stormy  wave  ; 
His  arm,  though  it  be  strong  to  smite, 

Is  also  strong  to  save. 
8  Our  hearts,  if  God  we  seek  to  know, 

Shall  know  him  and  rejoice: 
His  coming  like  the  morn  shall  be  ; 

Like  morning  songs  his  voice. 

4  As  dew  upon  the  tender  herb, 

Diffusing  fragrance  round ; 
As  showers  that  usher  in  the  spring, 
And  cheer  the  thirsty  ground : 

5  So  shall  his  presence  bless  our  souls, 

And  shed  a  joyful  light ; 
That  hallowed  morn  shall  chase  away 
The  sorrows  of  the  night. 

i  UU.  Tlie  beloved  Name. 

1  Blest  Jesus  !  when  my  soaring  thoughts 

O'er  all  thy  graces  rove, 
How  is  my  soul  in  transport  lost, — 
In  wonder,  joy,  and  love  ! 

2  Not  softest  strains  can  charm  my  ears, 

Like  thy  beloved  name  ; 
Nor  aught  beneath  the  skies  inspire 
My  heart  with  equal  flame. 

3  Where'er  I  look,  my  wondering  eyes 

L'nnumbered  blessings  see ; 
But  what  is  life,  with  all  its  bliss, 
If  once  compared  with  thee  ? 

4  Hast  thou  a  rival  in  my  breast  ? 

Search,  Lord,  for  thou  canst  tell 
If  aught  can  raise  my  passions  thus, 
Or  please  my  soul  so  well. 


5  No  :  thou  art  precious  to  my  heart, 
My  portion  and  my  joy  : 
For  ever  let  thy  boundless  grace 
My  sweetest  thoughts  employ. 

Q~l  A   "  TTe  come  unto  Thee  ;  for  TJwu  art  our 
°-L'±-  God." 

1  I  ask  not  now  for  gold  to  gild 

An  aching,  weary  frame  ; 
The  yearning  of  the  mind  is  stilled,— 
I  ask  not  now  for  fame. 

2  But,  bowed  in  lowliness  of  mind, 

I  make  my  wishes  known  ; 
I  only  ask  a  will  resigned, 
O  Father,  to  thine  own. 

3  In  vain  I  task  my  aching  brain, 

The  sage's  thoughts  to  scan ; 
I  only  feel  how  weak  I  am, 
How  poor  and  blind  is  man. 

4  And  now  my  spirit  sighs  for  home, 

And  longs  for  light  to  see, 
And,  like  a  weary  child,  would  come, 
O  Father !  unto  thee. 

0  A  *7  "Is  any  among  yon  afflicted  *    Let  him 
u  *  '  '  pray:' 

1  No,  never  shall  my  heart  despond, 

Long  as  my  lips  can  pray  ; 
My  lafest  breath,  with  effort  fond, 
Shall  pass  in  prayer  away. 

2  There  is  a  heavenly  mercy-seat 

To  calm  the  sinner's  fears  ; 

There  is  a  Saviour  at  whose  feet 

The  mourner  dries  his  tears. 

3  When  friends  depart ,  and  hopes  are  riven, 

And  gathering  storms  I  see, 
My  soul  is  but  the  sooner  driven, 
Eternal  Rock !  to  thee. 

4  Oh  for  a  voice  of  sweeter  sound, 

For  every  wind  to  bear, 
To  teach  the  listening  world  around 
The  blessedness  of  prayer! 


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00.  "  Bless  vs  to-night.""1 

1  Father  of  love  and  power, 
Guard  thou  our  evening  hour, 

Shield  with  thy  might : 
For  all  thy  care  this  day 
Our  grateful  thanks  we  pay, 
And  to  our  Father  pray, 

Bless  us  to-night. 

2  Jesus  Immanuel, 

Come  in  thy  love  to  dwell 

In  hearts  contrite : 
For  many  sins  we  grieve, 
But  we  thy  grace  receive, 
And  in  thy  word  believe  ; 

Bless  us  to-night. 

3  Spirit  of  truth  and  love, 
Life-giving,  holy  Dove, 

Shed  forth  thy  light ! 
Heal  every  sinner's  smart, 
Still  every  throbbing  heart, 
And  thine  own  peace  impart ; 

Bless  us  to-night. 

340.    "  Worthy  is  the  Lamb."— Eev.  5. 

1  Come,  all  ye  saints  of  God, 
Wide  through  the  earth  abroad 

Spread  Jesus'  fame: 
Tell  what  his  love  hath  done ; 
Trust  in  his  name  alone ; 
Shout  to  his  lofty  throne, 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb  !" 

2  Hence,  gloomy  doubts  and  fears  ! 
Dry  up  your  mournful  tears ; 

Swell  the  glad  theme  : 
To  Christ,  our  gracious  King, 
Strike  each  melodious  string; 
Join  heart  and  voice  to  sing, 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb  !" 


Hark!  how  the  choirs  above, 
Filled  with  the  Saviour's  love, 

Dwell  on  his  name ! 
There,  too,  may  we  be  found, 
With  light  and  glory  crowned, 
While  all  the  heavens  resound, 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb !" 


341 


Tlie  Lamb  that  icas  slain.'" — Rev 

1  Glory  to  God  on  high ! 
Let  heaven  and  earth  reply, 

"  Praise  ye  his  name !" 
His  love  and  grace  adore, 
Who  all  our  sonows  bore; 
Sing  loud  for  evermore, 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb  V* 

2  While  they  around  the  throne 
Cheerfully  join  in  one, 

Praising  his  name, — 
Ye,  who  have  felt  his  blood 
Sealing  your  peace  with  God, 
Sound  his  dear  name  abroad, 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb !" 

3  Join,  all  ye  ransomed  race, 
Our  Lord  and  God  to  bless : 

Praise  ye  his  name ! 
In  him  we  will  rejoice, 
And  make  a  joyful  noise, 
Shouting  with  heart  and  voice, 

'•  Worthy  the  Lamb !" 

4  Soon  must  we  change  our  place, 
Yet  we  will  never  cease 

Praising  his  name  : 
To  him  our  songs  we  bring ; 
Hail  him  our  gracious  King; 
And,  through  all  ages  sing, 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb !'' 


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"  To  Tfiee,  great  One  in  T/iree? 

1  Come,  thou  almighty  King, 
Help  us  thy  name  to  sing, 

Help  us  to  praise ! 
Father  all  glorious, 
O'er  all  victorious, 
Come,  and  reign  over  us, 

Ancient  of  Days ! 

2  Jesus,  our  Lord,  descend ; 
From  all  our  foes  defend, 

Nor  let  us  fall ; 
Let  thine  almighty  aid 
Our  sure  defense  be  made, 
Our  souls  on  thee  be  stayed : 

Lord,  hear  our  call ! 

8  Come,  thou  incarnate  "Word, 
Gird  on  thy  mighty  sword ; 

Our  prayer  attend : 
Come,  and  thy  people  bless, 
And  give  thy  word  success  : 
Spirit  of  holiness 

On  us  descend. 

4  Come,  holy  Comforter, 
Thy  sacred  witness  bear 

In  this  glad  hour : 
Thou,  who  almighty  art, 
Now  rule  in  every  heart, 
And  ne'er  from  us  depart, 

Spirit  of  power. 

5  To  thee,  great  One  in  Three, 
The  highest  praises  be, 

Hence  evermore ! 

Thy  sovereign  majesty 

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May  we  in  glory  see, 
And  to  eternity 
Love  and  adore ! 


A'JCK    Prayer  to  the  Trinity  for  tke  World?* 
*  '  u*  Conversion. 

1  Thou,  whose  almighty  word 
Chaos  and  darkness  heard, 

And  took  their  flight, 
Hear  us,  we  humbly  pray, 
And,  where  the  gospel  day 
Sheds  not  its  glorious  ray, 

"Let  there  be  light." 

2  Thou,  who  didst  come  to  bring, 
On  thy  redeeming  wing, 

Healing  and  sight, 
Health  to  the  sick  in  mind, 
Sight  to  the  inly  blind. 
Oh,  now  to  all  mankind, 

"  Let  there  be  light." 

3  Spirit  of  truth  and  love, 
Life-giving,  holy  Dove, 

Speed  forth  thy  flight ; 
Move  on  the  waters'  face, 
Bearing  the  lamp  of  grace; 
And  in  earth's  darkest  place 

"Let  there  be  light." 

Doxologt. 

We  praise,  we  worship  thee, 
Blessed  and  holy  Three, 

Wisdom,  Love,  Might ! 
Boundless  as  ocean's  tide, 
Rolling  in  fullest  pride, 
O'er  the  world,  far  and  wide, 

"  Let  there  be  light !" 


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O .        "  Surely  the  Lord  is  in  this  place? 

1  Lo,  God  is  here ! — let  us  adore, 
And  own  how  dreadful  is  this  place ! 
Let  all  within  us  feel  his  power, 
And  silent  bow  before  his  face ! 

2  Lo,  God  is  here ! — him,  day  and  night, 
United  choirs  of  angels  sing : 

To  him,  enthroned  above  all  height, 
Let  saints  their  humble  worship  bring. 

3  Lord  God  of  hosts !  Oh,  may  our  praise 
Thy  courts  with  grateful  incense  All ! 
Still  may  we  stand  before  thy  face, 
Still  hear  and  do  thy  sovereign  will ! 


"  OK  who  like  Thee?" 


283. 


1  How  beauteous  were  the  marks  divine, 
That  in  thy  meekness  used  to  shine, 
That  lit  thy  lonely  pathway,  trod 

In  wondrous  love,  O  Son  of  God ! 

2  Oh,  who  like  thee,  so  calm,  so  bright, 
So  pure,  so  made  to  live  in  light  ? 
Oh,  who  like  thee  did  ever  go, 

So  patient  through  a  world  of  woe  ? 

3  Oh,  who  like  thee  so  humbly  bore 
The  scorn,  the  scoffs  of  men,  before  ? 
So  meek,  forgiving,  godlike,  high, 
So  glorious  in  humility  ? 

4  Ev'n  death,  which  sets  the  prisoner  free, 
Was  pang,  and  scoff,  and  scorn  to  thee  ; 
Yet  love  through  all  thy  torture  glowed, 
And  mercy  with  thy  life-blood  flowed. 

5  Oh,  in  thy  light  be  mine  to  go, 
Illuming  all  my  way  of  woe  ! 
And  give  me  ever  on  the  road 

To  trace  thy  footsteps,  Son  of  God ! 


OQQ    His  final  Entrance  into  Jerusalem. 
AOV.  John  12 :  12-15. 

1  Ride  on,  ride  on  in  majesty ! 
In  lowly  pomp  ride  on  to  die : 

O  Christ !  thy  triumphs  now  begin 
O'er  captive  death  and  conquered  sin. 

2  Ride  on,  ride  on  in  majesty! 
The  winged  squadrons  of  the  sky 
Look  down,with  sad  and  wondering  eyes, 
To  see  th'  approaching  sacrifice. 

3  Ride  on,  ride  on  in  majesty ! 

Thy  last  and  fiercest  strife  is  nigh-: 
The  Father,  on  his  sapphire  throne, 
Expects  his  own  anointed  Son. 

4  Ride  on,  ride  on  in  majesty ! 
In  lowly  pomp  ride  on  to  die : 
Bow  thy  meek  head  to  mortal  pain ; 
Then  take,  0  God,  thy  power,  and  reign ! 

1267.      "  Tlie  Lord-  shall  com  e." 

1  The  Lord  shall  come!  the  earth  shall 

quake : 
The  mountains  to  their  center  shake ; 
And,  withering  from  the  vault  of  night, 
The  stars  withdraw  their  feeble  light. 

2  The  Lord  shall  come!  but  not  the  same 
As  once  in  lowly  form  he  came, — 

A  silent  Lamb  before  his  foes, 
A  weary  man,  and  full  of  woes. 

3  The  Lord  shall  come !  a  dreadful  form, 
With  wreath  of  flame,  and  robe  of  storm, 
On  cherub-wings,  and  wings  of  wind, 
Anointed  Judge  of  human"  kind  ! 

4  Can  this  be  he,  who  wont  to  stray 
A  pilgrim  on  the  world's  highway, 

By  power  oppressed,  and  "mocked  by 

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5  While  sinners  in  despair  shall  call, 
"  Rocks,  hide  us !  mountains,  on  us  Ml !" 
The  saints,  ascending  from  the  tomb, 
Shall  sing  for  joy,  "The  Lord  is  come !" 


Refuge,  in  the  Sanctuary. 


10. 


1  Forth  from  the  dark  and  stormy  sky, 
Lord,  to  thine  altar's  shade  we  fly ; 
Forth  from  the  world,  its  hope  and  fear, 
Father,  we  seek  thy  shelter  here ; 
Weary  and  weak,  thy  grace  we  pray  ; 
Turn  not,  O  Lord  !  thy  guests  away. 

2  Long  have  we  roamed  in  want  and  pain, 
Long  have  we  sought  thy  rest  in  vain ; 
Wildered  in  doubt,  in  darkness  lost, 
Long  have  our  souls  been  tempest-tossed; 
Low  at  thy  feet  our  sins  we  lay  ; 

Turn  not,  0  Lord !  thy  guests  away. 


"No  merits  of  my  own."1 


723. 

1  Father  of  mercies,  God  of  love  ! 
Oh,  hear  a  humble  suppliant's  cry  ! 
Bend  from  thy  lofty  seat  above, 
Thy  throne  of  glorious  majesty; 

Oh,  deign  to  hear  my  mournful  voice, 
And  bid  my  drooping  heart  rejoice! 

2  I  urge  no  merits  of  my  own, 

No  worth,  to  claim  thy  gracious  smile : 
No :  when  I  bow  before  thy  throne, 
Dare  to  converse  with  God  awhile, 
Thy  name,  blest  Jesus,  is  my  plea — 
Dearest  and  sweetest  name  to  me  ! 

3  Father  of  mercies,  God  of  love ! 
Then  hear  thy  humble  suppliant's  cry; 
Bend  from  thy  lofty  seat  above, 

Thy  throne  of  glorious  majesty  : 

One  pardoning  word  can  make  me  whole, 

And  soothe  the  anguish  of  my  soul. 


~\  OflQ     "Who  is  a  God  like  unto  thee  V 
iUU',>  Micah7:18. 

1  Great  God  of  wonders  !  all  thy  ways 
Are  worthy  of  thyself, — divine  ; 

But  the  bright  glories  of  thy  grace, 
Beyond  thine  other  wonders  shine  : 
Who  is  a  pardoning  God  like  thee  ? 
Or  who  has  grace  so  rich  and  free  ? 

2  Pardon  from  an  offended  God  : 
Pardon  for  sins  of  deepest  dye  ; 
Pardon  bestowed  through  Jesus'  blood  ; 
Pardon  that  brings  the  rebel  nigh: 
Where  is  the  pardoning  God  like  thee? 
Or  where  the  grace  so  rich  and  free  ? 

3  Oh,  may  this  glorious,  matchless  love, 
This  godlike  miracle  of  grace, 

Teach  mortal  tongues,  like  those  above, 
To  raise  this  song  of  lofty  praise  : 
Who  is  a  pardoning  God  like  thee  ? 
Or  who  has  grace  so  rich  and  free  ? 

JL-Lol.  "Help  me  in  my  hour  of  need." 

1  When  from  my  sight  all  fades  away, 
And  when  my  tongue  no  more  can  say, 
And  when  my  ears  no  more  can  hear, 
And  when  my  heart  is  racked  with  fear,— 
When  all  my  mind  is  darkened  o'er, 
And  human  help  can  do  no  more, — 

2  Then  come,Lord  Jesus!  come  with  speed, 
And  help  me  in  my  hour  of  ueed  ; 
Then  hide  my  sins,  and  let  my  faith 

Be  brave,  and  conquer  ev'n  in  death ; 
Then  let  me,  resting  on  thy  word, 
Securely  sleep  in  thee,  my  Lord. 

DOXOLOGY. 

Praise  God,  from  whom  ail  -olessings 

flow! 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below! 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host  ! 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  iloly  Ghost ! 


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294.  Calvartj.— Luke  23  :  33. 

1  There  is  a  dear  and  hallowed  spot 

Oft  present  to  my  eye- 
By  saints  it  ne'er  can  be  forgot — 
'That  place  is  Calvary. 

2  Oh,  what  a  scene  was  there  displayed 

Of  love  and  agony, 
When  our  Redeemer  bowed  his  head, 
And  died  on  Calvary ! 

3  When  fainting  under  guilt's  dread  load, 

Unto  the  cross  I  '11  fly  ; 
And  trust  the  merit  of  that  blood 
Which  flowed  at  Calvary. 

4  Whene'er  I  feel  temptation's  power, 

On  Jesus  I'll  rely  ; 
And,  in  the  sharp,  conflicting  hour, 
Repair  to  Calvary. 

5  When  seated  at  the  feast  of  love, 

Then  will  I  fix  mine  eye 
On  him  who  intercedes  above, 
Who  bled  on  Calvary. 

6  When  the  dark  scene  of  death,  the  last 

Momentous  hour  draws  nigh, 
Then,  with  my  dying  eyes,  1 11  cast 
A  look  on  Calvary. 


'■'■Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come 


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1  Sptrtt  Divine  !  attend  our  prayer, 

And  make  our  hearts  thy  home: 
Descend  with  all  thy  gracious  power: 
Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come  ! 

2  Come  as  the  light ;  to  us  reveal 

Our  sinfulness  and  woe  ; 
And  lead  us  in  those  paths  of  life 
Where  ail  the  righteous  go. 

3  Come  a?  the  fire,  and  purge  our  hearts, 

Like  sacrificial  flame; 


Let  our  whole  soul  an  offering  be 
To  our  Redeemer's  name. 

4  Come  as  the  dew,  and  sweetly  bless 

This  consecrated  hour; 
May  barrenness  rejoice  to  own 
Thy  fertilizing  power. 

5  Come  as  the  wind,  with  rushing  sound, 

With  Pentecostal  grace ; 
And  make  the  great  salvation  known, 
Wide  as  the  human  race. 

6  Spirit  Divine,  attend  our  prayer, 

And  make  our  hearts  thy  home ; 
Descend  with  all  thy  gracious  power; 
Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come ! 


58. 


The  Resolve.— Est.  4  :  16, 


1  Come,  trembling  sinner,  in  whose  breast 

A  thousand  thoughts  revolve  : 
Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  oppressed 
And  make  this  last  resolve  : — 

2  "I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 

High  as  the  mountains  rose  ; 
I  know  his  courts,  I  '11  enter  in, 
Whatever  may  oppose. 

3  "  Prostrate  I  '11  lie  before  his  throne, 

And  there  my  guilt  confess  : 
I  '11  tell  him  I  'm  a  wretch  undone, 
Without  his  sovereign  grace. 

4  "  I  '11  to  the  gracious  King  approach, 

Whose  scepter  pardon  gives  ; 
Perhaps  he  may  command  my  touch, 
And  then  the  suppliant  lives. 

5  "  Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea, 

Perhaps  will  hear  my  prayer; 
But  if  I  perish,  I  will  pray, 
And  perish  only  there. " 


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6  "  I  can  but  perish  if  I  go ; 
I  am  resolved  to  try  ; 
For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 
I  must  for  ever  die." 


Ye  are  all  one  in  Christ  Jusus." 


869. 


1  Let  saints  below  in  concert  sing 

With  those  to  glory  gone : 
For  all  the  servants  of  our  King, 
In  earth  and  heaven,  are  one. 

2  One  family — we  dwell  in  him — 

One  church  above,  beneath, 
Though  now  divided  by  the  stream — 
The  narrow  stream  of  death ; 

3  One  army  of  the  living  God, 

To  his  command  we  bow ; 
Part  of  the  host  have  crossed  the  flood, 
And  part  are  crossing  now. 

4  Ev'n  now  to  their  eternal  home 

Some  happy  spirits  fly ; 
And  we  are  to  the  margin  come, 
And  soon  expect  to  die. 

5  Ev'n  now,  by  faith,  we  join  our  hands 

With  those  that  went  before, 
And  greet  the  ransomed  blessed  bands 
Upon  th'  eternal  shore. 

6  Lord  Jesus  !  be  our  constant  guide ; 

And,  when  the  word  is  given, 
Bid  death's  cold  flood  its  waves  divide, 
And  land  us  safe  in  heaven. 


Kot  my  will,  but  TJiine. 


660. 

1  Author  of  good !  to  thee  we  turn 

Thine  ever-wakeful  eye 
Alone  gaj&all  our  wants  discern — 
Thy  baa!  alone  supply. 

2  Oh,  let  thy  love  within  us  dwell, 

Thy  fear  our  footsteps  guide ; 


That  love  shall  vainer  loves  expel, 
That  fear  all  fears  beside. 

3  And  since,  by  passion's  force  subdued, 

Too  oft  with  stubborn  will 
We  blindly  shun  the  latent  good, 
And  grasp  the  specious  ill ; — 

4  Not  what  we  wish,  but  what  we  want, 

Let  mercy  still  supply  ; 
The  good  we  ask  not,  Father,  grant ; 
The  ill  we  ask,  deny. 

000.         Happiness  in  God  07ily. 

1  In  vain  I  trace  creation  o'er, 

In  search  of  solid  rest : 
The  whole  creation  is  too  poor, 
Too  mean,  to  make  me  blest. 

2  Let  earth  and  all  her  charms  depart, 

Unworthy  of  the  mind  : 
In  God  alone  this  restless  heart 
Enduring  bliss  can  find. 

3  Thy  favor,  Lord,  is  all  I  want ; 

Here  would  my  spirit  rest : 
Oh,  seal  the  rich,  the  boundless  grant, 
And  make  me  fully  blest ! 

/OO.  Living  by  Faith  on  the  Son  of  God. 

1  Blest  Jesus,  while  in  mortal  flesh 

I  hold  my  frail  abode, 
Still  would  my  spirit  rest  on  thee, 
My  Saviour,  and  my  God ! 

2  On  thy  dear  cross  I  fix  my  eyes, 

Then  raise  them  to  thy  seat ; 
Till  love  dissolves  my  inmost  soul, 
At  my  Redeemer's Ycet. 

3  Be  dead,  my  heart !  t^  jroridly  charms . 

Be  dead  to  every  sin  ; 
And  tell  the  boldest  foe  without, 
That  Jesus  reigns  within. 


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±04.     Third  Version  of  Psalm.  117. 

1  All  ye  nations,  praise  the  Lord ! 

All  ye  lands,  your  voices  raise ; 
Heaven  and  earth,  with  loud  accord, 
Praise  the  Lord — for  ever  praise ! 

2  For  his  truth  and  mercy  stand, 

Past,  and  present,  and  to  be, 
Like  the  years  of  his  right  hand, 
Like  his  own  eternity. 


Brief  call  to  praise,  from 
Psalm  150. 


105. 


1  Praise,  oh,  praise  the  Name  divine ! 
Praise  him  at  the  hallowed  shrine ; 
Let  the  firmament  on  high 

To  its  Maker's  praise  reply. 

2  All  who  vital  breath  enjoy, 

In  his  praise  that  breath  employ; 
Heaven  and  earth  the  chorus  join; 
Praise,  oh,  praise  the  Name  divine ! 

00  i  .  "Xow  is  the  day  of  salvation." 

1  Haste,  0  sinner !  now  be  wise ; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun: 
Wisdom  if  you  still  despise, 
Harder  is  it  to  be  Avon. 

2  Haste,  and  mercy  now  implore ; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
Lest  thy  season  should  be  o'er 
Ere  the  morrow  is  begun. 

3  Haste,  O  sinner !  now  return ; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
Lest  thy  lamp  should  cease  to  burn 
Ere  salvation's  work  is  done. 

4  Lord !  do  thou  the  sinner  turn — 

Turn  him  from  his  fearfin  state; 
Let  him  not  thy  counsel  spurn, 
Nor  lament  his  choice  too  late ! 


709.         The  7^.— John  21 :  16. 

1  Hark,  my  soul !  it  is  the  Lord ; 
'T  is  thy  Saviour ;  hear  his  word ; 
Jesus  speaks,  and  speaks  to  thee : 
"Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  me? 

2  "  Mine  is  an  unchanging  love, 
Higher  than  the  heights  above, 
Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath, 
Free  and  faithful,  strong  as  death. 

3  "  Thou  shalt  see  my  glory  soon, 
When  the  work  of  grace  is  done ; 
Partner  of  my  throne  shalt  be : 
Say,  poor  sinner,  lovest  thou  me  ?" 

4  Lord !  it  is  my  chief  complaint 
That  my  love  is  cold  and  faint ; 
Yet  I  loVe  thee,  and  adore : 

Oh  for  grace  to  love  thee  more ! 


Q  Q  Q      "  For  to  me  to  live  is  Christ.'1'' 
OOO.  Phil.  1:21. 

1  Christ,  of  all  my  hopes  the  Ground ; 

Christ,  the  Spring  of  all  my  joy, 
Still  in  thee  let  me  be  found, 
Still  for  thee  my  powers  employ. 

2  Fountain  of  o'erflowing  grace, 

Freely  from  thy  fullness  give ; 
Till  I  close  my  earthly  race, 
Be  it  "  Christ  for  me  to  live." 

3  When  I  touch  the  blessed  shore, 

Back  the  closing  waves  shall  roll ; 

Death's  dark  stream  shall  never  more 

Part  from  thee  my  ravished  soul. 

4  Thus,  oh,  thus  an  entrance  give 

To  the  land  of  cloudless  sky ! 

Having  known  it  "  Christ  to  live," 

Let  me  know  it  "gain  to  die." 


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J^.  Psalm  15. 

1  Who,  O  Lord,  when  life  is  o'er, 
Shall  to  heaven's  blest  mansions  soar  ? 
Who,  an  ever-welcome  guest, 

In  thy  holy  place  shall  rest  ? 

2  He  whose  heart  thy  love  has  warmed ; 
He  whose  will  to  thine  conformed, 
Bids  his  life  unsullied  run ; 

He  whose  words  and  thoughts  are  one;- 

3  He  who  shuns  the  sinner's  road, 
Loving  those  who  love  their  God : 
Who,  with  hope  and  faith  unfeigned, 
Treads  the  path  by  thee  ordained ; — 

4  He  who  trusts  in  Christ  alone, 
Not  in  aught  himself  hath  done ; 
He,  great  God,  shall  be  thy  care, 
And  thy  choicest  blessings  share. 

1  Zu4: .  "  Happy  are  the  faithful  dead.'" 
1  Hark  !  a  voice  divides  the  sky  ! 
Happy  are  the  faithful  dead 


In  the  Lord  who  sweetly  die  ! 
They  from  all  their  toils  are  freed, 

2  Ready  for  their  glorious  crown, 
Sorrows  past  and  sins  forgiven, — 
Here  they  lay  their  burden  down, 
Hallowed  and  made  meet  for  heaven. 

8  Yes !  the  Christian's  course  is  run ! 
Ended  is  the  glorious  strife ; 
Fought  the  fight,  the  worjv  is  done ; 
Death  is  swallowed  up  in  life ! 

i  4  Lo !  the  prisoner  is  released — 
Lightened  of  his  heavy  load! 
Where  the  weary  are  at  rest, 
He  is  gathered  unto  God ! 

5  When  from  flesh  the  spirit  freed, 
Hastens  homeward  to  return, 

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Oi^l .  "7%e  «oice  of/ree  Grace."— Gen.  19 :  17. 

1  The  voice  of  free  grace  cries,  "  Escape  to  the  mountain," 
For  Adam's  lost  race  Christ  hath  opened  a  fountain ; 
For  sin  and  uncleanness,  and  ever)'  transgression, 

His  blood  flows  most  freely  in  streams  of  salvation. 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  who  hath  bought  us  a  pardon  I 
We  '11  praise  him  again,  when  we  pass  over  Jordan. 

2  Ye  souls  that  are  wounded,  oh, flee  to  the  Saviour: 
He  calls  you  in  mercy — 't  is  infinite  favor ; 

Your  sins  are  increasing ;  escape  to  the  mountain : 
His  blood  can  remove  them,  it  flows  from  the  fountain. 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  who  hath  bought  us  a  pardon ! 

We  '11  praise  him  again,  when  we  pass  over  Jordan. 

3  When  Zion  we  see,  having  gained  the  blest  shore, 
With  harps  in  our  hands,"we  will  praise  him  the  more  ; 
We  '11  range  the  sweet  plains  on  the  banks  of  the  river, 
And  sing  of  salvation  for  ever  and  ever! 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  who  hath  bought  us  a  pardon! 
We  '11  praise  him  again,  when  we  pass  over  Jordan. 

1109.    "  Lord,  save  us :  ice  perish." — Matt.  8  :  25. 
1  When  through  the  torn  sail  the  wild  tempest  is  streaming, 
When  o'er  the  dark  wave  the  red  lightning  is  gleaming, 

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Nor  hope  lends  a  ray,  the  poor  seaman  to  cherish, 
We  fly  to  our  Maker :  help,  Lord,  or  we  perish  ! 

2  0  Jesus,  once  tossed  on  the  hreast  of  the  billow, 
Aroused  by  the  shriek  of  despair  from  thy  pillow, 
Now  seated  in  glory,  the  mariner  cherish, 
Who  cries  in  his  danger,  u  Help,  Lord,  or  we  perish!" 

8  And,  oh  !  when  the  whirlwind  of  passion  is  raging, 
When  hell  in  our  hearts  its  wild  warfare  is  waging, 
Arise  in  thy  strength,  thy  redeemed  to  cherish ! 
Kebuke  the  destroyer,— help,  Lord,  or  we  perish  ! 

1 2 1 0 .  "  We  will  not  deplore  thee.:'' 

1  Tnou  art  gone  to  the  grave  !  but  we  will  not  deplore  thee? 

Though  sorrows  and  darkness  encompass  the  tomb ; 
The  Saviour  hath  passed  through  its  portals  before  thee, 
And  the  lamp  of  his  love  is  thy  guide  through  the  gloom. 

2  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave  !  we  no  longer  behold  thee, 

Nor  tread  the  rough  paths  of  the  world  by  thy  side ; 
But  the  wide  arms  of  mercy  are  spread  to  enfold  thee, 
And  sinners  may  hope,  for  the  Sinless  hath  died- 

3  Thov;  art  gone  to  the  grave  !  and,  its  mansions  forsaking, 

Perchance  thy  weak~spirit  in  doubt  lingered  long: 
But  the  sunshine  of  glory  beamed  bright'on  thy  waking, 
And  full  on  thine  ear  burst  the  seraphim's  song. 

4  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave !  but  we  will  not  deplore  thee, 

Since  God  was  thy  Ransom,  thy  Guardian,  and  Guide  : 
He  gave  thee,  he  took  thee,  and  he  will  restore  thee  ; 
And  death  has  no  sting,  for  the  Saviour  hath  died. 
*  Sing  the  small  note  only  (half  note)  in  the  last  measure. 


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J  'J L .  "  Coyne,  ye  disconsolate." 

1  Come,  ye  disconsolate  !  where'er  you  languish, 

Come  to  the  mercy-seat,  fervently  kneel : 
Here  bring  your  wounded  hearts,  here  tell  your  anguish; 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  heaven  can  not  heal. 

2  Joy  of  the  desolate,  Light  of  the  straying. 

Hope  of  the  penitent ;  fadeless  and  pure  ; — 
Here  speaks  the  Comforter,  tenderly  saying, 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  heaven  can  not  cure. 


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UOO.  Gratitude  to  Christ 

1  I  love  thee,  O  rnj-  God,  but  not 

For  what  I  hope  thereby ; 
Nor  yet  because  who  love  thee  not, 

Must  die  eternally : 
I  love  thee,  O  my  God,  and  still 

I  ever  will  love  thee, 
Solely  because  my  God  thou  art 

Who  first  hast  loved  me. 

2  For  me,  to  lowest  depths  of  woe 

Thou  didst  thyself  abase ; 
For  me  didst  bear  the  cross,  the  shame, 

And  manifold  disgrace ; 
For  me  didst  suffer  pains  unknown, 

Blood-sweat  and  agony, 
Tea,  death  itself— all,  all  for  me, 

For  me,  thine  enemy. 

3  Then  shall  I  not,  0  Saviour  mine ! 

Shall  I  not  love  thee  well  ? 
Not  with  the  hope  of  winning  heaven, 

Nor  of  escaping  hell ; 
Not  with  the  hope  of  earning  aught, 

Nor  seeking  a  reward, 
But  freely,  fully,  as  thyself 

Hast  loved  me,  O  Lord ! 


747. 


"  Of  whom  I  am  chief? 


1  I  see  the  crowd  in  Pilate's  hall, 

I  mark  their  wrathful  mien ; 
Their  shouts  of  "  crucify"  appall, 
With  blasphemy  between. 

2  And  of  that  shouting  multitude 

I  feel  that  I  am  one ; 
And  in  that  din  of  voices  rude, 
I  recognize  my  own. 

2  I  see  the  scourges  tear  his  back, 
I  see  the  piercing  crown, 


And  of  that  crowd  who  smite  and  mock, 
I  feel  that  I  am  one. 

4  Around  yon  cross,  the  throng  I  see, 

Mocking  the  sufferer's  groan  ; 
Yet  still  my  voice  it  seems  to  be, 
As  if  I  mocked  alone. 

5  'T  was  I  that  shed  the  sacred  blood ; 

I  nailed  him  to  the  tree ; 
I  crucified  the  Christ  of  God, 
I  joined  the  mockery ! 

6  Yet  not  the  less  that  blood  avails 

To  cleanse  away  my  sin ! 
And  not  the  less  that  cross  prevails 
To  give  me  peace  within  1 


Casting  all  your  care  upon  Him.Y 


763. 


1  Lord,  it  belongs  not  to  my  care 

Whether  I  die  or  live ; 
To  love  and  serve  thee  is  my  share, 
And  this  thy  grace  must  give. 

2  If  life  be  long,  I  will  be  glad 

That  I  may  long  obey ; 
If  short,  yet  why  should  I  be  sad 
To  soar  to  endless  day  ? 

3  Christ  leads  me  through  no  darker  rooms 

Than  he  went  through  before ; 

No  one  into  his  kingdom  comes, 

But  through  his  opened  door. 

4  Come,  Lord,  when  grace  has  made  me 

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Thy  blessed  face  to  see ; 
For  if  thy  work  on  earth  be  sweet, 
What  will  thy  glory  be  1 

5  Then  shall  I  end  my  sad  complaints, 

And  weary,  sinful  days, 
And  join  with  all  triumphant  saints 
Who  sing  Jehovah's  praise. 


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6  My  knowledge  of  that  life  is  small ; 
The  eye  of  faith  is  dim  ; 
But  't  is  enough  that  Christ  knows  all, 
And  I  shall  be  with  him. 

/  J-±.     "7  am  the  Vine,  ye  are  the  branches." 

1  Planted  in  Christ,  the  living  vine, 

This  day,  with  one  accord, 
Ourselves",  with  humble  faith  and  joy, 
We  yield  to  thee,  O  Lord ! 

2  Joined  in  one  body  may  we  be  : 

One  inward  life  partake  ; 
One  be  our  heart,  one  heavenly  hope 
In  every  bosom  wake. 

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In  thee  may  we  abide. 

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Our  joyful  spirits  shine, 
Shall  anthems  of  immortal  praise, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  be  thine  ! 

i  \j  0.   Union  icith  Christ  in  Sorrow. 

1  Who,  when  beneath  affliction's  rod, 

Can  inward  rest  attain, 
And  bless  the  chastening  love  of  God 
In  some  remembered  strain  ? 

2  Who,  when  in  pain  he  lies  apart, 

And  powers  of  life  decay, 
Can  muse  with  holy  joy  of  heart 
On  some  familiar  lay  ? 

5  He  can  suffice  for  these  good  things 

Whose  mind  with  Christ's  is  one  ; 
Who  closely  in  communion  clings 
To  God's  incarnate  Son. 

4  0  Saviour!  Fount  of  wondrous  might  I 
Let  me  this  gift  receive  : 


Thus,  Lord,  in  sorrow's  darkest  night 

Thy  servant's  grief  relieve. 
5  Let  songs  of  Zion,  known  of  old 

Within  the  hallowed  place, 
My  spirit  cheer,  my  faith  uphold 

Through  thine  all-strengthening  grace. 

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1  Didst  thou,  dear  Jesus,  suffer  shame, 

And  bear  the  cross  for  me  V 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  thy  name, 
Or  thy  disciple  be  ? 

2  Inspire  my  soul  with  life  divine, 

And  make  me  truly  bold  ; 
Let  knowledge,  faith,  and  meekness  shine, 
Nor  love,  nor  zeal  grow  cold. 

3  Let  mockers  scoff,  the  world  defame, 

And  treat  me  with  disdain  ; 
Still  may  I  glory  in  thy  name, 
And  count  reproach  my  gain. 

■i  To  thee  I  cheerfully  submit. 
And  all  my  powers  resign  ; 
Let  wisdom  point  out  what  is  fit, 
And  I  '11  no  more  repine. 

J'±o:l'\Vhom  the  Lord  loveth  Ue  chasteneth, 

1  O  thcu  whose  mercy  guides  my  way, 

Though  now  it  seem  severe, 
Forbid  my  unbelief  to  say 
There  is  no  mercy  here  ! 

2  Oh  !  may  I,  Lord,  desire  the  pain 

That  comes  in  kindness  down, 
Far  more  than  sweetest  earthly  gain, 
Succeeded  by  a  frown. 

3  Then  though  thou  bend  my  spirit  low, 

Love  only  shall  I  see  ; 
The  gracious  hand  that  strikes  the  blow, 
Was  wounded  once  for  me. 


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Our  God  xcill  Jight  for  lis." 


Hark!  how  the  gospel  trumpet  sounds  ! 
Through  all  the  earth  the  echo  bounds ! 
And  Jesus,  by  redeeming  blood, 
Is  bringing  sinners  back  to  God, 
And  guides  them  safely  by  his  word 
To  endless  day. 

Hail,  Jesus  !  all  victorious  Lord! 
Be  thou  by  all  mankind  adored ! 
For  us  didst  thou  the  fight  maintain, 
And  o'er  our  foes  the  vict'ry  gain, 
That  we  with  thee  might  ever  reign 
In  endless  day. 


Fight  on,  ye  conqu'ring  souls,  fight  on ! 
And  when  the  conquest  you  have  won, 
Then  palms  of  vict'ry  you  shall  bear, 
And  in  his  kingdom  have  a  share, 
And  crowns  of  glory  ever  wear 
In  endless  day. 

There  in  full  chorus  shall  we  join, 
With  saints  and  angels  all  combine 
To  sing  of  his  redeeming  love, 
When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move ; 
And  this  shall  be  our  theme  above, 
In  endless  day. 


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466. 

1  Our  blest  Redeemer,  ere  he  breathed 

His  last  farewell, 
A  Guide,  a  Comforter  bequeathed, 
With  us  to  dwell. 

2  He  came  in  tongues  of  living  flame 

To  teach,  subdue ; 
All-powerful  as  the  wind  he  came, 
As  viewless,  too. 


3  He  comes,  his  graces  to  impart, 

A  willing  guest, 
While  he  can  find  one  humble  heart 
Wherein  to  rest. 

4  He  breathes  that  gentle  voice  we  hear, 

As  breeze  of  even ; 
That  checks  each  fault,  that  calms  each 
And  speaks  of  heaven.  [fear, 

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1  Through  the  lore  of  God  our  Saviour, 

All  will  be  well : 
Tree  and  changeless  in  his  favor ; 

All,  all  is  well : 
Precious  is  the  blood  that  healed  us  ; 
Perfect  is  the  grace  that  sealed  us  ; 
Strong  thehand  stretched  out  to  shield  us; 

All  must  be  well. 

2  Though  we  pass  through  tribulation, 

All  will  be  well ; 
Ours  is  such  a  full  salvation  ; 

All,  all  is  well : 
Happy,  still  in  God  confiding, 
Fruitful,  if  in  Christ  abiding, 
Holy,  through  the  Spirit's  guiding, 

All  must  be  well. 

8  "We  expect  a  bright  to-morrow; 
All  will  be  well : 
Faith  can  sing  through  days  of  sorrow, 
All,  all  is  well : 


On  our  Father's  love  relying, 
Jesus  every  need  supplying, 
Or  in  living,  or  in  dying, 
All  must  be  well. 


"  Weep  not  for  me.'1 


1175. 


Wheh  the  spark  of  life  is  waning, 

Weep  not  for  me ; 
Wrhen  the  languid  eye  is  straining, 

Weep  not  for  me ; 
When  the  feeble  pulse  is  ceasing, 
Start  not  at  its  swift  decreasing ; 
'T  is  the  fettered  soul's  releasing ; 

Weep  not  for  me. 

When  the  pangs  of  death  assail  me, 

Weep  not  for  me ; 
Christ  is  mine — he  can  not  fail  me ; 

Weep  not  for  me  ; 
Yes,  though  sin  and  doubt  endeavor 
From  his  love  my  soul  to  sever, 
Jesus  is  my  strength  for  ever : 

Weep  uoif  for  me. 


5  And  all  the  good  that  we  possess, 
His  gift  we  own  ; 
Yea,  every  thought  of  holiness, 
And  victory  won. 


6  Spirit  of  purity  and  grace: 
Our  weakness  see ; 
Oh,  make  our  hearts  thy  dwelling-place, 
And  worthier  thee ! 


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801.  Tlie  Cross  and  tlie  Crown. 

1  Must  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone, 

And  all  the  world  go  free  ? 
No :  there  'a  a  cross  for  every  one, 
And  there  's  a  cross  for  me. 

2  How  happy  are  the  saints  above 

Who  once  went  sorrowing  here; 
But  now  they  taste  unmingled  love, 
And  joy  without  a  tear. 

3  The  consecrated  cross  I  '11  bear, 

Till  death  shall  set  me  free, 
And  then  go  home  my  crown  to  wear — 
For  there 's  a  crown  for  me ! 

S05.      Imitation  of  Christ  in  Self-denial. 

1  We  tread  the  path  our  Master  trod; 

We  bear  the  cross  he  bore ; 
And  every  thorn  that  wounds  our  feet 
His  temples  pierced  before. 

2  Oft  do  our  eyes  with  joy  o'erflow, 

And  oft  are  bathed  in  tears  ; 
Tet  naught  but  heaven  our  hopes  can 
raise, 
And  naught  but  sin  our  fears, 

3  We  purge  our  mortal  dross  away, 

Refining  as  we  run ; 
And  while  we  die  to  earth  and  sense, 
Our  heaven  is  here  begun. 

uOy.  "  Love  as  'brethren? 

1  How  sweet,  how  heavenly  is  the  sight, 

When  those  who  love  the  Lord 
In  one  another's  peace  delight, 
And  so  fulfill  his  word.' 

2  When  each  can  feel  his  brother's  sigh, 

And  with  him  bear  a  part ! 
When  sorrow  flows  from  eye  to  eye, 
And  joy  from  heart  to  heart! 


3  When,  free  from  envy,  scorn,  and  prid« 

Our  wishes  all  above, 
Each  can  his  brother's  failings  hide, 
And  show  a  brother's  love! 

4  Let  love,  in  one  delightful  stream, 

Through  every  bosom  flow, 
And  union  sweet,  and  dear  esteem, 
In  every  action  glow. 

5  Love  is  the  golden  chain  that  binds 

The  happy  souls  above ; 
And  he 's  an  heir  of  heaven  who  finds 
His  bosom  glow  with  love. 

J  0  O .         "  Tlie  Cross  before  the  Crown? 

1  Oh,  speed  thee,  Christian !  on  thy  way, 

And  to  thine  armor  cling ; 
With  girded  loins  the  call  obey 
Which  grace  and  mercy  bring. 

2  There  is  a  battle  to  be  fought, 

An  upward  race  to  run, 
A  crown  of  glory  to  be  sought, 
A  victory  to  be  won. 

3  Oh,  faint  not,  Christian  !  for  thy  sighs 

Are  heard  before  the  throne ; 
The  race  must  come  before  the  prize, 
The  cross  before  the  crown. 


979. 


■  Salvation  will  God  appoint  for  waUi 
and  buhcarks." 


1  Arise,  my  soul !  my  joyful  powers, 

And  triumph  in  my  God; 
Awake,  my  voice !  and  loud  prochv*n 
His  glorious  grace  abroad. 

2  The  arms  of  everlasting  love 

Beneath  my  soul  be  placed, 
And  on  the  Rock  of  Ages'set 
My  slippery  footsteps  feet. 


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3  The  city  of  my  blest  abode 

Is  walled  around  with  grace ; 
Salvation  for  a  bulwark  stands, 
To  shield  the  sacred  place. 

4  Arise,  my  soul !  awake,  my  voice ! 

And  tunes  of  pleasure  sing; 
Loud  hallelujahs  shall  address 
My  Saviour  and  my  King. 


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A   Child's   Gratitude  for  Christian 
Birth. 

1  I  thank  the  goodness  and  the  grace 

That  on  my  birth  have  smiled, 
And  made  me,  in  these  latter  days, 
A  happy,  Christian  child. 

2  I  was  not  born,  as  thousands  are, 

Where  God  is  never  known, 
And  taught  to  say  a  useless  prayer 

To  gods  of  wood  and  stone. 
8  I  was  not  born  a  little  slave, 

To  labor  in  the  sun, 
And  wish  I  were  but  in  my  grave, 

And  all  my  labor  done. 
4  My  God,  I  thank  thee,  who  hast  planned 

A  better  lot  for  me, 
And  placed  me  in  this  happy  land, 

Where  I  may  hear  of  thee. 

-I  U  i  c/ .  Tie  ransomed  Band. 

1  0  happy  land  !  O  happy  land ! 

Where  saints  and  angels  dwell ; 
We  long  to  join  that  glorious  band, 
And  all  their  anthems  swell. 

2  But  every  voice  in  yonder  throng 

On  earih  has  breathed  a  prayer : 
No  lips  untaught  may  join  that  song, 
Or  learn  the  music  there. 
4  Thou  heavenly  Friend !  thou  heavenly 
Friend ! 
Oh,  hear  us  when  we  pray ! 
Now  let  thy  pardoning  grace  descend, 
And  take  our  sins  away. 


4  Be  all  our  fresh,  our  youthful  days 
To  thy  blest  service  given  ; 
Then  we  shall  meet  to  sing  thy  praise, 
A  ransomed  band  in  heaven. 

-LUoo."<?/'  such  is  the  kingdom  of  heaven." 

1  Around  the  throne  of  God  in  heaven 

Thousands  of  children  stand — 
Children,  whose  sins  are  all  forgiven, 
A  holy,  happy  band. 

2  What  brought  them  to  that  world  above, 

That  heaven  so  bright  and  fair, 
Where  all  is  peace,  and  jo\T,  and  love? 
How  came  those  children  there? 

3  Because  the  Saviour  shed  his  blood 

To  wash  away  their  sin  ; 
Bathed  in  that  pure  and  precious  flood, 
Behold  them  white  and  clean. 

4  On  earth  they  sought  their  Saviour's 

grace, 
On  earth  they  loved  his  name  : 
So  now  they  see  his  blessed  face, 
And  stand  before  the  Lamb. 

J.  J.  0  O .  "  The  little  hills  rejoice  on  ever?/  side* 

1  When  brighter  suns  and  milder  sides 

Proclaim  the  opening  year, 
What  various  sounds  of  joy  arise  ! 
AVhat  prospects  bright  appear ! 

2  Earth  and  her  thousand  voices  give 

Their  thousand  notes  of  praise; 
And  all,  that  by  his  mercy  live, 
To  God  their  offering  raise. 

3  Thus,  like  the  morning,  calm  and  clear 

That  saw  the  Saviour  rise, 
The  spring  of  heaven's  eternal  year 
Shall  dawn  on  earth  and  skies. 

4  No  winter  there,  no  shades  of  night, 

Obscure  those  mansions  blest, 
Where,  in  the  happy  fields  of  light, 
The  weary  are  at  rest. 


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"  TJie  Lord  is  my  Shepherd." 
Psaliii  23. 

1  The  Lord  my  Shepherd  is  : 

I  shall  be  well  supplied : 
Since  he  is  mine,  and  I  am  his, 
What  can  I  want  beside  ? 

2  He  leads  me  to  the  place 

Where  heavenly  pasture  grows; 
Where  living  waters  gently  pass, 
And  full  salvation  flows. 

3  If  e'er  I  go  astray, 

He  cloth  my  soul  reclaim  : 
And  guides  me,  in  his  own  right  way 
For  his  most  holy  name. 

4  While  he  affords  his  aid, 

I  can  not  yield  to  fear; 
Though  I  should  walk  through  death' 
dark  shade, 
My  Shepherd's  with  me  there. 

5  In  spite  of  all  my  foes, 

Thou  dost  my  table  spread ; 
My  cup  with  blessings  overtlows> 
And  joy  exalts  my  head. 

6  The  bounties  of  thy  love 

Shall  crown  my  future  days ; 

Nor  from  thy  house  will  I  remove, 

Nor  cease  to  speak  thy  praise. 


444. 


Christ  is  All. 


1  O  EVERLASTING  Light  ! 

Shine  graciously  within ; 

Brightest  of  all  on  earth  that 's  bright, 
Come,  shine  away  my  sin ! 

2  O  everlasting  Truth  ! 

Truest  of  ail  that 's  true, 
Sure  guide  of  erring  age  or  youth, 
Lead  me  and  teach  me,  too. 

8  0  everlasting  Strength  ! 
Uphold  me  in  the  way ; 


Bring  me,  in  spite  of  foes,  at  length, 
To  joy,  and  light,  and  day. 
4  O  everlasting  Love ; 

Well-spring  of  grace  and  peace, 

Pour  down  thy  fullness  from  above; 
Bid  doubt  and  trouble  cease. 

O  everlasting  Rest ! 

Lift  off  life's  load  of  care ; 
Relieve,  revive  this  burdened  breast, 

And  every  sorrow  bear. 
Thou  art  in  heaven  our  all ; 

Our  all  on  earth  art  thou  : 
Upon  thy  glorious  name  we  call ; 

Lord  Jesus  bless  us  now ! 


n}-r        "  Commit  thy  xcay  unto  the  Lord? 
0/0.  Psalm  37. 

1  Commit  thou  all  thy  griefs 

And  ways  into  his  hands  : 
To  his  sure  truth  and  tender  care, 
Who  earth  and  heaven  commands— 

2  Who  points  the  clouds  their  course, 

Whom  winds  and  seas  obey ; 
He  shall  direct  thy  wandering  feet, 
He  shall  prepare  thy  way. 

3  On  God  alone  rely  ; 

Then  safe  shalt  thou  go  on : 
Fix  on  his  work  tlry  steadfast  eye; 
Then  shall  thy  work  be  done. 

4  When  he  makes  bare  his  arm, 

What  shall  his  aim  withstand  ? 
When  he  will  save  his  friends  from  harm, 
Who,  who  shall  stay  his  haud  ? 

5  He  hears  thy  softest  prayer, 

He  girdeth  thee  with  might ; 
His  works  the  purest  blessings  are ; 
His  ways,  the  purest  light. 


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U  i  U .       "  Wait  thou  I7is  time:'1— Psalm  30. 

1  Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears ; 

Hope  on,  be  not  dismayed : 
God  hears  thy  sighs  and  counts  thy  tears  ; 
God  shall  lift  up  thy  head. 

2  Through  waves,  and  clouds  and  storms, 

He  gently  clears  thy  way ; 
Wait  thou  his  time :  the  darkest  night 
Shall  end  in  brightest  day. 

3  Far,  far  above  thy  thought 

His  counsel  shall  appear, 
When  fully  he  the  work  hath  wrought, 
That  caused  thy  needless  fear. 

4  What  though  thou  rulest  not ! 

Yet  heaven  and  earth  and  hell 
Proclaim— God  sitteth  on  the  throne, 
And  ruleth  all  things  well. 


/  OO.  "  There  is  laid  up  for  me  a  crown." 

1  If  Jesus  be  my  friend, 

And  I  to  him  belong, 
I  care  not  what  my  foes  intend, 
Though  fierce  they  be,  and  strong. 

2  I  rest  upon  the  ground 

Of  Jesus  and  his  blood; 
For  I  in  him  alone  have  found 
The  true,  eternal  good. 

3  He  whispers  in  my  breast 

Sweet  words  of  holy  cheer, 
How  all  who  seek  in  God  their  rest 
Shall  ever  find  him  near ; 

4  How  God  hath  built  above 

A  city  fair  and  new 
Where  eye  and  heart  shall  see  and  prove 
What  faith  has  counted  true. 

5  My  heart  for  gladness  springs  ; 

It  can  not  more  be  ead ; 

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For  very  joy  it  smiles  and  sings, — 
Sees  naught  but  sunshine  glad. 
6  The  sun  that  lights  mine  eyes, 
Is  Christ,  the  Lord  I  love ; 

I  sing  for  joy  of  that  which  lies 
Stored  up  for  me  above. 


Perfect  Peace  in  Christ 
Isaiah  26 :  3. 


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1  Thou  very  present  aid 

In  suffering  and  distress, 
The  soul  which  still  on  thee  is  stayed, 
Is  kept  in  perfect  peace. 

2  The  soul,  by  faith  reclined 

On  the  Redeemer's  breast, 
'Mid  raging  storms  exults  to  find 
An  everlasting  rest. 

3  Sorrow  and  fear  are  gone 

Whene'er  thy  face  appears : 
It  stills  the  sighing  orphan's  moan, 
And  dries  the  widow's  tears : 

4  It  hallows  every  cross  ; 

It  sweetly  comforts  me  ; 
Makes  me  forget  my  every  loss, 
And  find  my  all  in  thee. 

5  Jesus,  to  whom  I  fly, 

Doth  all  my  wishes  fill : 
What  though  created  streams  are  dry^ 
I  have  the  fountain  still. 

6  Stripped  of  my  earthly  friends, 

I  find  them  all  in  One ; 
And  peace  and  joy  that  never  ends, 
And  heaven  in  Christ  begun. 


Doxoi.ogt. 
The  Father  and  the  Son 

And  Spirit  we  adore ; 
We  praise,  we  bless,  we  worship  thee, 

Both  now  and  evermore  ! 


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\  Weary  sinner !  keep  thine  eyes 
On  the  atoning-  Sacrifice ; 
View  him  bleeding  on  the  tree, 
Pouring  out  his  life  for  thee. 

2  Surely  Christ  thy  griefs  hath  borne ; 
Weeping  soul,  no  longer  mourn: 
Now  by  faith  the  Son  embrace, 
Plead  his  promise,  trust  his  grace. 

3  Cast  thy  guilty  soul  on  him ; 
Find  him  mighty  to  redeem: 
At  his  feet  thy  burden  lay ; 
Look  thy  doubts  and  care  away. 

4  Lord,  come  thou  with  power  to  heal ; 
Now  thy  mighty  arm  reveal : 

At  thy  feet  myself  I  lay ; 
Take,  oh,  take  my  sins  away! 


Q4-1    "Have  mercy  upon  me,  O  Lord;  fori 
&'*■■*-•  am  weak.""— Psalm  6. 

1  Gently,  gently  lay  thy  rod 
On  my  sinful  head,  O  God ! 
Stay  thy  wrath — in  mercy  stay, 
Lest  I  sink  before  its  sway ! 

2  Heal  me,  for  my  flesh  is  weak ; 
Heal  me,  for  thy  grace  I  seek : 
This,  my  only  plea,  I  make, 
Heal  me  for  thy  mercy's  sake ! 

S  Who  within  the  silent  grave 
Shall  proclaim  thy  power  to  save  ? 
Lord,  my  trembling  soul  reprieve ; 
Speak !  and  I  shall  rise  and  live. 

4  Lo  !  he  comes ;  he  heeds  my  plea ; 
Lo  !  he  comes  ;  the  shadows  flee -, 
Glory  round  me  dawns  once  more,— 
Rise,  my  spirit,  and  adore ! 


994.  "  Glorify  thyself  in  me." 

1  Father  of  eternal  grace, 

Glorify  thyself  iii  me ; 
Meekly  beaming  in  my  face, 
May  the  world  thine  image  see. 

2  Happy  only  in  thy  love, 

Poor,  unfriended,  or  unknown, 
Fix  my  thoughts  on  things  above, 
Stay  my  heart  on  thee  alone. 

3  Humble,  holy,  all  resigned 

To  thy  will — thy  will  be  done ! 
Give  me,  Lord,  the  perfect  mind 
Of  thy  well-beloved  Son. 

4  Counting  gain  and  glory  loss, 

May  I  tread  the  path  he  trod — 
Die  with  Jesus  on  the  cross, 
Rise  with  him  to  thee,  my  God. 

1  A  A  7      "  By  grace  are  ve  saved,  through 
iUU''  faith." 

1  Joyful  be  the  hours  to-day ; 

Joyful  let  the  season  be ; 
Let  us  sing,  for  well  we  may ; 
Jesus !  we  will  sing  of  thee. 

2  Should  thy  people  silent  be, 

Then  the  very  stones  would  sing ; 
What  a  debt  we  owe  to  thee, 
Thee,  our  Saviour,  thee  our  King ! 

3  Joyful  are  we  now  to  own, 

Rapture  thrills  us  as  we  trace 
All  the  deeds  thy  love  hath  done, 
All  the  riches  of  thy  grace. 

4  'T  is  thy  grace  alone  can  save ; 

Every  blessing  comes  from  thee — 
All  we  have  and  hope  to  have, 
All  we  are  and  hope  to  be. 

5  Thine  the  Name  to  sinners  dear ! 

Thine  the  Name  all  names  before ; 
Blessed  here  and  everywhere ; 
Blessed  now  and  evermore ! 


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Our  Example  in  Suffering. 


Go  to  dark  Gethsemane, 

Ye  that  feel  the  tempter's  power; 
Your  Redeemer's  conflict  see, 

Watch  with  him  one  bitter  hour: 
Turn  not  from  his  griefs  away, 
Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  pray. 


2  Follow  to  the  judgment  hall, 

View  the  Lord  of  life  arraigned : 

Oh  the  wormwood  and  the  gall ! 
Oh  the  pang  his  soul  sustained ! 

Shun  not  suffering,  shame,  or  loss  ; 

Learn  of  him  to  bear  the  cross. 


3  Calv'ry's  mournful  mountain  climb 
There,  adoring  at  his  feet, 

Mark  that  miracle  of  time, 
God's  own  sacrifice  complete : 

"  It  is  finished,"  hear  him  cry ; 

Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  die. 


Early  hasten  to  the  tomb 

Where  they  laid  his  breathless  clay 
All  is  solitude  and  gloom  ; — 

Who  hath  taken  him  away  ? 
Christ  is  risen  !  he  meets  our  eyes  : 
Saviour,  teach  us  so  to  rise. 


291.  Gethsemane.— Luke  22  :  89— U. 

1  Many  woes  had  Christ  endured, 
Many  sore  temptations  met, 
Patient  and  to  pains  inured  ; 
But  the  sorest  trial  yet 


Was  to  be  sustained  in  thee, 
Gloomy,  sad  Gethsemane ! 


2  Came  at  length  the  dreadful  night ; 

Vengeance,  with  its  iron  rod, 
Stood,  and  with  collected  might, 

Bruised  the  harmless  Lamb  of  God : 
See,  my  soul,  thy  Saviour  see 
Prostrate  in  Gethsemane ! 


3  There  my  God  bore  all  my  guilt : 

This,  through  grace,  can  be  believed ; 

But  the  horrors  which  he  felt 
Are  too  vast  to  be  conceived  : 

None  can  penetrate  through  thee, 

Doleful,  dark  Gethsemane  t 


4  Sins  against  a  holy  God, 

Sins  against  his  righteous  laws, 

Sins  against  his  love,  his  blood, 
Sins  against  his  name  and  cause — 

Sins  immense  as  is  the  sea  ! 

Hide  me,  O  Gethsemane ! 


5  Here 's  my  claim,  and  here  alone  : 
None  a  Saviour  more  can  need  ; 

Deeds  of  righteousness  I  've  none ; 
No  :  not  one  good  work  to  plead : 

Not  a  glimpse  of  hope  for  me, 

Only  in  Gethsemane. 


6  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
One  almighty  God  of  love, 
Hymned  by  all  the  heavenly  host, 

In  thy  shining  courts  above  ! 
We  adoYe  .thee,  gracious  Three — 
Bless  thee  for  Gethsemane. 


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°^  J-  •  ftnoefc"— Rev.  3  :  20. 

1  Behold  a  Stranger  at  the  door : 

He  gently  knocks,  has  knocked  before  ; 
Has  waited  long,  is  waiting  still : 
You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 

2  Oh,  lovely  attitude  !  he  stands 
With  melting  heart  and  open  hands : 
Oh,  matchless  kindness !— and  he  shows 
This  matchless  kindness  to  his  foes ! 

3  Rise,  touched  with  gratitude  divine, 
Turn  out  his  enemy  and  thine ; 
Turn  out  thy  soul-enslaving  sin, 
And  let  the  heavenly  Stranger  in. 

4  Oh,  welcome  him,  the  Prince  of  Peace ! 
Now  may  his  gentle  reign  increase  ! 
Throw  wide  the  door,  each  willing  mind ; 
And  be  his  empire  all  mankind. 


An  Evening  Expostulation. 


544. 

1  Oh,  do  not  let  the  word  depart, 

And  close  thine  eyes  against  the  light ; 
Poor  sinner,  harden  not  thy  heart : 
Thou  wouldst  be  saved;  why  not  to-night? 

2  To-morrow's  sun  may  never  rise 
To  bless  thy  long  deluded  sight ; 
This  is  the  time ;  oh,  then  be  wise ! 
Thou  wouldst  be  saved;why  not  to-night? 

3  Our  God  in  pity  lingers  still; 

And  wilt  thou  thus  "his  love  requite  ? 
lienouncc  at  length  thy  stubborn  will ; 
Thou  wouldst  be  saved;why  not  to-night? 

&  Our  blessed  Lord  refuses  none 
Who  would  to  him  their  souls  unite; 
Then  be  the  work  of  grace  begun : 
Thou  wouldst  be  saved;why  not  to-night? 

OOj."  Lord,  what  wilt  Thou  have  me  to  do  f' 
1  My  gncious  Lord,  I  own  thy  right 
To  every  service  I  can  pay, 


And  call  it  my  supreme  delight 
To  hear  thy  dictates  and  obey. 

2  What  is  my  being,  but  for  thee, 
Its  sure  support,  its  noblest  end  ? 
Thine  ever  smiling  face  to  see, 

And  serve  the  cause  of  such  a  Friend. 

3  I  would  not  breathe  for  worldly  joy, 
Or  to  increase  my  worldly  good  ; 
Nor  future  days  nor  powers  employ 
To  spread  a  sounding  name  abroad. 

4  'Tis  to  my  Saviour  I  would  live, 
To  him  who  for  my  ransom  died ; 
Nor  could  the  bowers  of  Eden  give 
Such  bliss  as  blossoms  at  his  side. 

5  His  work  my  hoary  age  shall  bless, 
When  youthful  vigor  is  no  more  ; 
And  my  last  hour  of  life  confess 
His  dying  love,  his  saving  power. 

00  i .  Joy  of  Consecration  to  Christ. 

1  Oh,  sweetly  breathe  the  lyres  above, 
When  angels  touch  the  quivering  string, 
And  wake,  to  chant  Immanuel's  love, 
Such  strains  as  angel-lips  can  sing ! 

2  And  sweet,  on  earth,  the  choral  swell, 
From  mortal  tongues,  of  gladsome  lays  : 
When  pardoned  souls  their  raptures  tell, 
And,  grateful,  hymn  Immanuel's  praise. 

3  Jesus,  thy  name  our  souls  adore ; 

We  own  the  bond  that  makes  us  thine; 
And  carnal  joys,  that  charmed  before, 
For  thy  dear  sake  we  now  resign. 

4  Our  hearts,  by  dying  lore  subdued, 
Accept  thine  offered  grace  to-day ; 
Beneath  the  cross,  with  blood  bedewed, 
We  bow  and  give  ourselves  away. 

5  In  thee  we  trust — on  thee  rely ; 
Though  we  are  feeble,  thou  art  strong; 
Oh,  keep  us  till  our  spirits  fly 

To  join,  the  bright,  immortal"  throng ! 


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The  Joy  unknown  in  Heaven. 


1  Trembling,  before  thine  awful  throne, 
O  Lord,  in  dust  my  sins  I  o\\\\ . 
Justice  and  mercy  for  my  life 
Conteud :  oh,  smile,  aud  heal  the  strife  ! 

2  The  Saviour  smiles — upon  my  soul 
New  tides  of  hope  tumultuous  roll ! 
His  voice  proclaims  my  pardon  found ; 
Seraphic  transport  wings  the  sound  ! 

S  Earth  has  a  joy  unknown  in  heaven — 
The  new-born  peace  of  sins  forgiven : 
Tears  of  such  pure  and  deep  delight, 
Ye  angels  !  never  dimmed  your  sight. 

4  Ye  know  where  morn  exulting  springs, 
And  evening  folds  her  drooping  wings  ; 
Loud  is  your  song :  the  heavenly  plain 
Is  shaken  by  your  choral  strain. 

5  But  I  amid  your  choir  shall  shine, 
And  all  your  knowledge  will  be  mine  ; 
Ye  on  your  harps  must  learn  to  hear 
A  secret  chord  which  mine  will  bear ! 


646. 


Blessedness  of  Love  to  God. 


1  An,  happy  hours  !  whene'er  upsprings 
My  soul  to  yon  eternal  Source, 
Whence  the  glad  river  downward  sings, 
Watering  with  goodness  all  my  course. 

2  Can  I,  with  loveless  heart,  receive 
Tokens  of  love  that  nevei-  cease  ? 
Can  I  be  thankless,  Lord,  and  grieve 
Thee,  who  art  all  my  joy  and  peace  ? 

55  Forth  from  thy  rich  and  bounteous  store 
Life's  common  blessings  daily  flow ; 
More  than  I  dare  to  ask,  far  more 
Than  I  deserve,  dost  thou  bestow. 


4  Nor  here  alone  ;  hope  pierces  far 
Through  all  the  shades  of  earth  and  time; 
Faith  mounts  beyond  the  farthest  star; 
Yon  shining  heights  she  fain  would  climb. 

5  Our  faith  shall  rise  to  sight  e'er  lousr; 
Soon  will  that  hour  of  transport  come, 
When  we  shall  join  the  angels'  song 
Of  praise  to  him  who  brought  us  home 

L  U  O  0 .  "Oh,  happy  day:  that  fixed  my  choice?' 

1  On,  happy  day,  that  fixed  my  choice 
On  thee,  my  Saviour,  and  my  God! 
Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice, 
And  tell  its  raptures  all  abroad. 

2  Oh,  happy  bond,  that  seals  my  vows 
To  him  who  merits  all  my  love ! 
Let  cheerful  anthems  fill  his  house, 
While  to  that  sacred  shrine  I  move. 

3  'T  is  done,  the  great  transaction's  done  ; 
I  am  my  Lord's",  and  he  is  mine  ; 

He  drew  me,  and  I  followed  on, 
Charmed  to  confess  the  voice  divine. 

4  Now,  rest,  my  long-divided  heart ! 
Fixed  on  this  blissful  center,  rest; 
With  ashes  who  would  grudge  to  part, 
When  called  on  angels'  bread  to  feast. 

5  High  Heaven,  that  heard  the  solemn  vow, 
That  vow  renewed  shall  daily  hear  ; 
Till  in  life's  latest  hour  I  bow, 

And  bless  in  death  a  bond  so  dear. 

Doxology. 

Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings 

flow! 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below! 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ! 
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J.  U  O .  the  Lord:'— Psalm  150. 

1  Pkaise  the  Lord,  his  glories  show, 
Saints  within  his  courts  below, 
Angels  round  his  throne  above, 
All"  that  see  and  share  his  love  ! 

2  Earth  to  heaven,  and  heaven  to  earth, 
Tell  his  wonders,  sing  his  worth ; 
Age  to  age,  and  shore  to  shore, 
Praise  hihi,  praise  him,  evermore  ! 

S  Praise  the  Lord,  his  mercies  trace ; 
Praise  his  providence  and  grace — 
All  that  he  for  man  hath  done, 
All  he  sends  us  through  his  Son. 

4  Strings  and  voices,  hands  and  hearts, 
In  the  concert  bear  your  parts: 
All  that  breathe,  your  Lord  adore  ; 
Praise  him,  praise  him,  evermore  ! 

oDo.An  ancient  Hymn  of  the  Resurrection. 

1  Jesus  Christ  is  risen  to-day — 
Our  triumphant  holy  day — 
"Who  did  once,  upon  the  cross, 
Suffer  to  redeem  our  loss. 

2  Hymns  of  praise  then  let  us  sing 
Unto  Christ,  our  heavenly  King ; 
Who  endured  the  cross  and  grave, 
Sinners  to  redeem  and  save. 

3  But  the  pain  which  he  endured 
Our  salvation  hath  procured  ; 
Honor,  then,  to  him,  and  praise, 
Rising  on  this  Day  of  days ! 


Morning  at  the  Tomb. 


360. 

1  Morning  breaks  upon  the  tomb, 
Jesus  scatters  all  its  gloom  : 
Day  of  triumph  through  the  skies ! 
See  the  glorious  Saviour  rise  ! 


2  Christian !  dry  your  flowing  tears ; 
Chase  those  unbelieving  fears: 
Look  on  his  deserted  grave ; 
Doubt  no  more  his  power  to  save. 

3  Ye,  who  are  of  death  afraid, 
Triumph  in  the  scattered  shade; 
Drive  your  anxious  cares  away : 
See  the  place  where  Jesus  lay  I 

4  Lo !  the  rising  sun  appears, 
Shedding  radiance  o'er  the  spheres ; 
Lo,  returning  beams  of  light 
Chase  the  terrors  of  the  night. 


A  victorious  Saviour.-~Rev.  1 :  18. 


380. 


1  Crowns  of  glory  ever  bright, 

Rest  upon  the  Conqueror's  head , 
Crowns  of  glory  are  his  right, — 
His,  "who  liveth  and  was  dead." 

2  He  subdued  the  powers  of  hell ; 

In  the  fight  he  stood  alone  : 
All  his  foes  before  him  fell, 
By  his  single  arm  o'erthrown, 

3  His  the  battle,  his  the  toil ; 

His  the  honors  of  the  day, 

His  the  glory  and  the  spoil : 

Jesus  bears  them  all  away. 

4  Now  proclaim  his  deeds  afar ; 

Fill  the  world  with  his  renown: 
His  alone  the  victor's  car ; 
His  the  everlasting:  crown ! 


382. 


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1  Sons  of  Zion,  raise  your  songs! 
Praise  to  Zion's  King  belongs; 
His  the  victor's  crown  and  fame: 
Glory  to  the  Saviour's  name! 


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2  Sore  the  strife,  but  rich  the  prize, 
Precious  in  the  Victor's  eyes : 
Glorious  is  the  work  achieved, 
Satan  vanquished,  man  relieved ! 

3  Sing  we  then  the  Victor's  praise  ; 
Go  ye  forth  and  strew  the  ways  ; 
Bid  him  welcome  to  his  throne  : 
He  is  worthy,  he  alone ! 

i  Place  the  crown  upon  his  brow ; 
Every  knee  to  him  shall  bow : 
Him  the  brightest  seraph  sings ; 
Heaven  proclaims  him  "  King  of  kings !" 


4  i  O .  S2ippo7*t  in  Christ. 

1  Everlasting  arms  of  love 
Are  beneath,  around,  above  : 
He  who  left  his  throne  of  light, 
And  unnumbered  angels  bright ; 

2  He  who  on  th'  accursed  tree 
Gave  his  precious  life  for  me — 
He  it  is  that  bears  me  on, 

His  the  arm  I  lean  upon. 

5  He  who  now,  enthroned  above, 
Still  retains  his  heart  of  love, 
Marking  still  each  falling  tear 
Of  his  burdened  pilgrims  here ; 

4  He  who  wields  creation's  rod, 
He  my  Brother,  yet  my  God ; 
Faithful  he,  whate'er  betide, 
Is  my  everlasting  Guide  ! 

5  All  things  hasten  to  decay, 
Earth  and  seas  will  pass  away ; 
Soon  will  yonder  circling  sun 
Cease  his  blazing  course  to  run. 


6  Scenes  will  vary,  friends  grow  strange, 
But  the  Changeless  can  not  change  : 
Gladly  will  I  journey  on, 
With  his  arm  to  lean  upon. 


"I  1  O  A    "  The  King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of 
J-J-OU.  lords:' 

1  Wake  the  song  of  jubilee  ! 
Let  it  echo  o'er  the  sea : 

Now  is  come  the  promised  hour ; 
Jesus  reigns  with  sovereign  power. 

2  All  ye  nations !  join  and  sing, 

"  Christ,  of  lords  and  kings,  is  King !" 
Let  it  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
"  Jesus  reigns  for  evermore  t" 

3  Now  the  desert  lands  rejoice, 
And  the  islands  join  their  voice : 
Joy  !  the  whole  creation  sine;s, 

"  Jesus  is  the  King  of  kings  I" 


1  "1  /i  Q  "  Sing  unto  the  Lord,  who  preparefh 
■L-L^-^->'  rain  for  tlie  earth?'' 

1  Praise  on  thee,  in  Zion's  gates, 
Daily,  O  Jehovah,  waits  ; 
Unto  thee,  O  God,  belong 
Grateful  words  and  holy  song. 

2  Thou  the  hope  and  refuge  art 
Of  remotest  lands  apart ; 
Distant  isles  and  tribes  unknown, 
'Mid  the  ocean  waste  and  lone. 

3  Thou  dost  visit  earth,  and  rain 
Blessings  on  the  thirsty  plain, 
From  the  copious  founts  on  high, 
From  the  rivers  of  the  sky. 

4  Thus  the  clouds  thy  power  confess, 
And  thy  paths  drop  fruitfulness, 
And  the  voice  of  song  and  mirth 
Rises  from  the  tribes  of  earth  ! 


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193. 


«  Who  is  God.  save  the  Lord  T" 
Psalm  18. 

1  Just  are  thy  ways,  and  true  thy  word, 
Great  Rock  of  my  secure  abode ; 
Who  is  a  God,  beside  the  Lord  ? 

Or  where 's  a  refuge  like  our  God? 

2  'T  is  he  that  girds  me  with  his  might, 
Gives  me  his'holy  sword  to  wield ; 
And  while  with  sin  and  hell  I  fight, 
Spreads  his  salvation  for  my  shield. 

3  He  lives,  and  blessed  be  my  Rock ; 
The  God  of  my  salvation  lives  ; 
The  dark  designs  of  hell  he  broke  : 
Sweet  is  the  peace  my  Father  gives. 

04  O.    " I  would  for  ever  speak  J7is  name.'1'' 

1  On,  the  sweet  wonders  of  that  cross 
Where  my  Redeemer  loved  and  died ! 
Her  noblest  life  my  spirit  draws 
From  his  dear  wounds  and  bleeding  side. 

2  I  would  for  ever  speak  his  name, 
In  sounds  to  mortal  ears  unknown ; 
With  angels  join  to  praise  the  Lamb, 
And  worship  at  his  Father's  throne. 

4  DO.  Prayer  for  the  Teaching  of  the  Spirit. 

1  Co>fE,  blessed  Spirit !  Source  of  light, 
Whose  power  and  grace  are  unconfined, 
Dispel  the  gloomy  shades  of  night, 
The  thicker  darkness  of  the  mind. 

2  To  mine  illumined  eyes  display 

The  glorious  truths  thy  word  reveals  ; 
Cause  me  to  run  the  heavenly  way ; 
The  book  unfold,  and  loose  the  seals. 

8  Thine  inward  teachings  make  me  know 
The  mysteries  of  redeeming  love, 
The  vanity  of  things  beloAV, 
And  excellence  of  things  above. 


4  While  through  this  dubious  maze  I  stray, 
Spread,  like  the  sun,  thy  beams  abroad: 
Oh,  show  the  dangers  of  the  way, 
And  guide  my  feeble  steps  to  God. 

OoA.  Longing  for  Freedom  from  Sin. 

1  Jesus  demands  this  heart  of  mine, 
Demands  my  love,  my  joy,  my  care  ; 
But  ah !  how  dead  to  things  divine, 
How  cold  my  best  affections  are  1 

2  'T  is  sin,  alas  !  with  dreadful  power, 
Divides  my  Saviour  from  my  sight ; 
Oh,  for  one  happy,  cloudless  hour 
Of  sacred  freedom,  sweet  delight ! 

3  Lord  !  let  thy  love  shine  forth  and  raise 
My  captive  powers  from  sin  and  death, 
And  fill  my  heart  with  life  and  praise, 
And  tune  my  last  expiring  breath. 

74  3 .  "  He  died  for  all." 

1  The  holy,  meek,  unspotted  Lamb, 
Who  from  the  Father's  bosom  came, 
Who  died  for  me,  e'en  me  t'  atone,— 
Now  for  my  Lord  and  God  I  own. 

2  Lord,  I  believe,  thy  precious  blood, 
Which,  at  the  mercy-seat  of  God 
For  ever  doth  for  sinners  plead, 
For  me,  in  all  my  sins,  was  shed. 

3  Lord,  I  believe  were  sinners  more 
Than  sands  upon  the  ocean  shore, 
Thou  hast  for  all  a  ransom  paid, 
For  all  a  full  atonement  made. 

4  Thus  Abraham,  the  friend  of  God, 
Thus  all  heaven's  armies,  bought  with 

blood. 
Saviour  of  sinners  thee  proclaim, — 
Sinners,  the  chief  of  whom  I  am. 


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B  Jesus  !  be  endless  praise  to  thee, 
"Whose  boundless  merey  hath  for  me,- 
For  me,  and  all  thy  hands  have  made, 
An  everlasting  ransom  paid. 


"  Give  me  Thyself— I  ask  no  more.'" 


828. 


1  My  dearest  Lord,  whose  changeless  love 
To  me,  nor  earth  nor  hell  can  part; 
"When  shall  my  feet  forget  to  rove  ? 

Ah !  what  shall  fix  this  faithless  heart  ? 

2  Why  do  these  cares  my  soul  divide, 
If  thou  indeed  hast  set  me  free  ? 
Why  am  I  thus  if  thou  hast  died, 
If  thou  hast  died  to  ransom  me  ? 

3  Great  God!  thy  sovereign  aid  impart, 
And  guard  the  gifts  thyself  hast  given ; 
My  portion  thou,  my  treasure  art, 
And  life,  and  happiness,  and  heaven. 

4  Would  aught  with  thee  my  wishes  share, 
Though  dear  as  life  the  idol  be, 

That  idol  from  my  breast  I  '11  tear, 
Resolved  to  seek  my  all  from  thee. 

5  Whate'er  I  fondly  counted  mine, 
To  thee,  my  Lord,  I  here  restore ; 
I  gladly  all  for  thee  resign  : 
Give  me  thyself,— I  ask  no  more. 


"  Brethren,  pray  for  us." 


1059. 


1  Father  of  mercies,  bow  thine  ear, 
Attentive  to  our  earnest  prayer  ; 

We  plead  for  those  who  plead  for  thee ; 
Successful  pleaders  may  they  be. 

2  Clothe  thou  with  energy  divine 

Their  words,and  let  those  words  be  thine; 
Teach  them  immortal  souls  to  gain, 
Nor  let  them  labor,  Lord,  in  vain. 


3  Let  thronging  multitudes  around 
Hear  from  their  lips  the  joyful  sound ; 
And  light  thro'  distant  realms  be  spread, 
Till  Zion  rears  her  drooping  head. 


Welcome  to  a  Pastor. 


1064. 


1  We  bid  thee  welcome  in  the  name 
Of  Jesus,  our  exalted  Head ; 
Come  as  a  servant :  so  he  came ; 
And  we  receive  thee  in  his  stead. 

2  Come  as  a  shepherd ;  guard  and  keep 
This  fold  from  hell,  and  earth,  and  sin ; 
Nourish  the  lambs,  and  feed  the  sheep, 
The  wounded  heal,  the  lost  bring  in. 

3  Come  as  a  teacher,  sent  from  God, 
Charged  his  whole  counsel  to  declare  ; 
Lift  o'er  our  ranks  the  prophet's  rod, 
While  we  uphold  thy  hands  with  prayer. 

4  Come  as  a  messenger  of  peace, 
Filled  with  the  Spirit,  fired  with  love ! 
Live  to  behold  our  large  increase, 
And  die  to  meet  us  all" above. 


Entering  into  Covenant  with  God. 


1068. 


1  While  to  thy  table  I  repair, 

And  seal  the  sacred  contract  there, 
Witness,  O  Lord  !  my  solemn  vow: 
Angels  and  men !  attest  it,  too. 

2  Here  at  that  cross,  where  flows  the  blood 
That  bought  my  guilty  soul  for  God, 
Thee,  Lord  and  Master,  now  I  call, 

I  consecrate  to  thee  my  all. 

3  Do  thou  assist  a  feeble  worm 

The  great  engagement  to  perform  : 
Thy  grace  can  full  assistance  lend, 
And  on  that  grace  I  dare  depend. 


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1  Ye  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor, 

Behold  a  royal  feast ! 
Where    mercy  spreads  her  bounteous 
store 
For  every  humble  guest. 

2  See,  Jesus  stands  with  open  arms ; 

He  calls,  he  bids  you  come ; 
Guilt  holds  you  back,  and  fear  alarms ; 
But  see,  there  yet  is  room— 

3  Room  in  the  Saviour's  bleeding  heart : 

There  love  and  pity  meet : 
Nor  will  he  bid  the  soul  depart 
That  trembles  at  his  feet. 

4  Oh,  come,  and  with  his  children  taste 

The  blessings  of  his  love ; 
While  hope  attends  the  sweet  repast 
Of  nobler  joys  above. 

5  There,  with  united  heart  and  voice, 

Before  th'  eternal  throne, 
Ten  thousand  thousand  souls  rejoice 
In  ecstasies  unknown. 

6  And  yet  ten  thousand  thousand  more 

Are  welcome  still  to  come : 
Te  longing  souls,  the  grace  adore ; 
Approach,  there  yet  is  room. 


•  I  heard  the  voice  of  JesiiA? 


56 

1  I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

"  Come  unto  me  and  rest ; 
Lay  down,  thou  weary  one,  lay  down 

Thy  head  upon  my  breast :" 
I  came  to  Jesus  as  I  was, 

Weary,  and  worn,  and  sad; 
I  found' in  him  a  resting-place 

And  he  has  made  me  glad. 

S  I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 
"  Behold,  I  freely  give 


The  living  water !  thirsty  one, 
Stoop  down,  and  drink,  and  live." 

I  came  to  Jesus,  and  I  drank 
Of  that  life-giving  stream  : 

My  thirstwas  quenched,  my  soul  revived* 
And  now  I  live  in  him. 

3  I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

"  I  am  this  dark  world's  light : 
Look  unto  me ;  thy  morn  shall  rise, 

And  all  thy  day  be  bright." 
I  looked  to  Jesus,  and  I  found 

In  him  my  Star,  my  Sun ; 
And  in  that  light  of  life  I  '11  walk 

Till  all  my  journey 's  done. 


Mine— Thine.— I  Cor.  15:  10. 


717. 

1  All  that  I  was,  my  sin,  my  guilt, 

My  death,  was  all  my  own : 
All  that  I  am  I  owe  to  thee, 
My  gracious  God,  alone. 

2  The  evil  of  my  former  state 

Was  mine,  and  only  mine : 
The  good  in  which  I  now  rejoice 
Is  thine,  and  only  thine. 

3  The  darkness  of  my  former  state, 

The  bondage — all  was  mine : 
The  light  of  life  in  which  I  walk, 
Theliberty— is  thine. 

4  Thy  grace  first  made  me  feel  my  sin, 

And  taught  me  to  believe : 
Then,  in  believing,  peace  I  found, 
And  now,  I  live,  I  live ! 

5  All  that  I  am  ev'n  here  on  earth, 

All  that  I  hope  to  be 
When  Jesus  comes  and  glory  dawns,;— 
I  owe  it,  Lord,  to  thee. 


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I  Ox.  usn 

1  My  thoughts  surmovmt  these  lower  skies, 

And  look  within  the  vail ; 
There  springs  of  endless  pleasures  rise — 
The  waters  never  fail. 

2  There  I  behold,  with  sweet  delight, 

The  blessed  Three  in  One  ; 
And  strong  affections  fix  my  sight 
On  God's  incarnate  Son. 

3  His  promise  stands  for  ever  firm  ; 

His  grace  shall  ne'er  depart ; 
He  binds  my  name  upon  his  arm, 
And  seals  it  on  his  heart. 

4  Light  are  the  pains  that  nature  brings  : 

How  short  our  sorrows  are, 
When  with  eternal  future  things 
The  present  we  compare  ! 

5  I  would  not  be  a  stranger  still 

To  that  celestial  place, 
Where  I  for  ever  hope  to  dwell 
Near  my  Redeemer's  face. 

0  /  O .     "  Blessed  are  the  merciful." 

1  Blest  is  the  man  whose  softening  heart 

Feels  all  another's  pain  ; 
To  whom  the  supplicating  eye 
Was  never  raised  in  vain  :— 

2  Whose  breast   expands  with  generous 

warmth, 
A  stranger's  woe  to  feel : 
And  bleeds  in  pity  o'er  the  wound 
He  wants  the  power  to  heal. 

%  He  spreads  his  kind,  supporting  arms 
To  every  child  of  grief; 
His  secret  bounty  largely  flows, 
And  brings  unasked  relief. 


4  To  gentle  offices  of  love 

His  feet  are  never  slow  ; 
He  views,  through  mercy's  melting  eye, 
A  brother  in  a  foe. 

5  He  hears  the  Saviour's  cheering'  word, 

"My  peace  to  him  I  give  ;" 
And  when  he  kneels  before  tho  throne, 
His  trembling  soul  shall  live. 


"  My  meditation  ofllim  shall  be 
sweet" 


969. 


1  When  languor  and  diseasG  invade 
This  trembling  house  of  clay, 
'T  is  sweet  to  look  beyond  my  pain, 
And  long  to  fly  away ; 

3  Sweet  to  look  inward,  and  attend 
The  whispers  of  hi.s  love ; 
Sweet  to  look  upward  to  the  place 
Where  Jesus  pleads  above  ; 

3  Sweet  on  his  faithfulness  to  rest, 

Whose  love  can  never  end  ; 
Sweet  on  his  covenant  of  grace 
For  all  things  to  depend ; 

4  Sweet,  in  the  confidence  of  faith, 

To  trust  his  firm  decrees  ; 
Sweet  to  lie  passive  in  his  hands, 
And  know  no  will  but  his. 

5  If  such  the  sweetness  of  the  streams, 

What  must  the  fountain  be 
Where  saints  and  angels  draw  their  bliss 
Direct,  O  Lord,  from  thee  ? 

Doxologt. 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

One  God,  whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory  as  it  was,  is  now, 

And  shall  be  evermore ! 


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V  A.  " Peace  Heave  with  you" 

1  Peace  be  to  this  sacred  dwelling, 

Peace  to  every  soul  therein  ; 
Peace,  of  heavenly  joy  foretelling, 

Peace,  the  fruit  "of  conquered  sin ; 
Peace,  that  speaks  its  heavenly  Giver: 

Peace  to  worldly  minds  unknown ; 
Peace  divine,  that  flows  for  ever 

From  its  source,  the  Lord  alone ! 

2  Prince  of  peace !  for  ever  near  us, 

Fix  in  all  our  hearts  thy  home  ; 
"With  thy  bright  appearing  cheer  us ; 

Let  thy  blessed  kingdom  come ! 
Come,  with  sweeter  consolation, 

Come,  and  give  our  souls  to  prove 
All  the  joys  of  thy  salvation, 

All  the  joys  that  spring  from  love ! 


Brief  Ascription  of  Praise. 


101. 


1  Worship,  honor,  glory,  blessing, 

Lord,  we  offer  to  thy  name  ; 
Young  and  old  their  thanks  expressing, 

Join  thy  goodness  to  proclaim  : 
As  the  hosts  of  heaven  adore  thee, 

We,  too,  bow,  before  thy  throne  ; 
As  the  angels  serve  before  thee, 

So  on  earth  thy  will  be  done. 


0  (KA.     "  Thou  shalt  call  thy  walls  salvation.'1'' 
^U<±.  L,aiah  60:  18-20. 

J  Hear  what  God,  the  Lord,  hath  spoken : 
O  my  people,  faint  and  few, 

Comfortless,  afflicted,  broken, 
Fair  abodes  I  build  for  you ; 

Scenes  of  heartfelt  tribulation 
Shall  no  more  perplex  your  ways ; 


You  shall  name  your  walls  "  Salvation," 
And  your  gates  shall  all  be  "  Praise." 

3  Ye  no  more  your  suns  descending, 

Waning  moons  no  more  shall  see; 
But  your  griefs  for  ever  ending, 

Find  eternal  noon  in  me. 
God  shall  rise,  and,  shining  o'er  you, 

Change  to  day  the  gloom  of  night ; 
He,  the  Lord,  shall  be"  your  Glory, 

God  your  everlasting  Light. 


Jbb.  "  Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken." 

1  Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 

All  to  leave  and  follow  thee ; 
Naked,  poor,  despised,  forsaken, 

Thou,  from  hence,  my  all  shalt  be : 
Perish  every  fond  ambition, 

All  I  've  sought,  or  hoped,  or  known ; 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition ! 

God  and  heaven  are  still  my  own. 

2  Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me, 

They  have  left  my  Saviour,  too ; 
Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me ; 

Thou  art  not,  like  them,  untrue : 
And  while  thou  shalt  smile  upon  me, 

God  of  wisdom,  love,  and  might, 
Foes  may  hate,and  friends  may  scorn  me  s 

Show  thy  face,  and  all  is  bright. 

3  Man  may  trouble  and  distress  me, 

'Twill  but  drive  me  to  thy  breast; 
Life  with  trials  hard  may  press  me, 

Heaven  will  bring  me  sweeter  rest. 
Oh !  'tis  not  in  griet"  to  harm  me, 

While  thy  love  is  left  to  me ; 
Oh  !  '  t  were  not  in  joy  to  charm  me. 

Were  that  joy  unmixed  with  thee. 


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0 1 7 .  Glorying  in  the  Cross. 

1  In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory, 

Towering  o'er  the  wrecks  of  time; 
All  the  light  of  sacred  story 
Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 

2  When  the  woes  of  life  o'ertake  me, 

Hopes  deceive,  and  fears  annoy, 
Never  shall  the  cross  forsake  me": 
Lo  !  it  glows  with  peace  and  joy. 

S  When  the  sun  of  bliss  is  beaming 
Light  and  love  upon  my  way, 
From  the  cross  the  radiance  streaming, 
Adds  new  luster  to  the  day. 

4  Bane  and  blessing,  pain  and  pleasure, 

By  the  cross  are  sanctified  ; 
Peace  is  there,  that  knows  no  measure, 
Joys  that  through  all  time  abide. 

5  In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory, 

Towering  o'er  the  wrecks  of  time ; 
All  the  light  of  sacred  story 
Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 

D4tO.  "  Come,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing."" 

1  Come,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing, 

Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace  ; 
Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing, 
Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 

2  Teach  me  some  melodious  measure, 

Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above; 
Oh  the  vast,  the  boundless  treasure 
Of  thy  free,  unchanging  love ! 

3  Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 

Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God  j 
He,  to  rescue  me  from  danger, 
Interposed  his  precious  blood. 

4  Oh,  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 

Daily  I  'm  constrained  to  be ! 


Let  thy  goodness,  like  a  fetter, 
Bind  my  wandering  heart  to  thee. 

5  Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it ; 
Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love; 
Here 's  my  heart ;  oh,  take,  and  seal  it,--.. 
Seal  it  for  thy  courts  above ! 

JJ\J.  "  Uptoard,  onward1." 

1  Like  the  eagle,  upward,  onward, 

Let  my  soul  in  faith  be  borne ; 

Calmly  gazing,  skyward,  sunward, 

Let  my  eye  unshrinking  turn ! 

2  Where  the  cross,  God's  love  revealing, 

Sets  the  fettered  spirit  free, 
Where  it  sheds  its  wondrous  healing, 
There,  my  soul,  thy  rest  shall  be  I 

3  Oh,  may  I,  no  longer  dreaming, 

Idly  waste  my  golden  day, ' 
But,  each  precious  hour  redeeming, 
Upward,  onward,  press  my  way! 

1226.  Rent  yonder. 

1  This  is  not  my  place  of  resting, — 
Mine 's  a  city  yet  to  come ; 
Onward  to  it  I  am  hasting — 
On  to  my  eternal  home. 

3  In  it  all  is  light  and  glory; 

O'er  it  shines  a  nightless  day: 
Every  trace  of  sin's  sad  story, 
All  the  curse,  hath  passed  away. 

3  There  the  Lamb,  our  Shepherd,  leads  us 

By  the  streams  of  life  along, — 
On  the  freshest  pastures  feeds  us, 
Turns  our  sighing  into  song. 

4  Soon  we  pass  this  desert  dreary, 

Soon  we  bid  farewell  to  pain; 
Never  more  are  sad  or  weary, 
Never,  never  sin  again ! 


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0"(  9     " Despised  and  rejected  of  men.n 
OJ-^'  Isaiah  58. 

1  Rejected  and  despised  of  men, 

Behold  a  man  of  woe ! 
And  grief  his  close  companion  still 
Through  all  his  life  below  ! 

2  Tet  all  the  griefs  he  felt  were  ours, 

Ours  were  the  woes  he  bore : 
Pangs,  not  his  own,  his  spotless  soul 
"With  bitter  anguish  tore. 

3  "We  held  him  as  condemned  of  Heaven, 

An  outcast  from  his  God : 
While  for  our  sins  he  groaned,  he  bled, 
Beneath  his  Father's"  rod. 

4  His  sacred  blood  hath  washed  our  souls 

From  sin's  polluting  stain  ; 
His  stripes  have  healed  us,  and  his  death 
Revived  our  souls  a^ain. 


F\C\f)    "Against  Thee,  TJiee  only,  have  I 
OKjyJ.  sinned." 

1  Prostrate,  dear  Jesus,  at  thy  feet 

A  guilty  rebel  lies ; 
And  upward  to  thy  mercy-seat 
Presumes  to  lift  his  eyes. 

2  If  tears  of  sorrow  would  suffice 

To  pay  the  debt  I  owe, 
Tears  should  from  both  my  weeping 
eyes 
In  ceaseless  torrents  flow. 

3  But  no  such  sacrifice  I  plead 

To  expiate  my  guilt ; 
No  tears,  but  those  which  thou  hast 
shed, 
No  blood,  but  thou  hast  spilt. 

4  Think  of  thy  sorrows,  dearest  Lord ! 

And  all  my  sins  forgive : 
Justice  will  well  approve  tho.  word 
That  bids  the  sinner  live. 


OO'Jt.  "  Alas  I  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed P 
1  Alas  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  ? 
And  did  my  Sovereign  die  ? 
Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 
3  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done 
He  groaned  upon  the  tree  ? 
Amazing  pity!  grace  unknown! 
And  love  beyond  degree ! 

3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  God,  the  mighty  Maker,  died 
For  man  the  creature's  sin. 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face, 

While  his  dear  cross  appears ; 
Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 
And  melt  mine  eyes  to  tears. 

5  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe  : 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away ; 
'T  is  all  that  I  can  do. 

DOO.    Forgiveness  from  the  Cross. 
1  I  saw  One  hanging  on  a  tree, 
In  agony  and  blood, 
Who  fixed  his  languid  eyes  on  me, 
As  near  the  cross  I  stood. 
3  Sure,  never  till  my  latest  breath, 
Can  I  forget  that  look : 
It  seemed  to  charge  me  with  his  death, 
Though  not  a  word  he  spoke. 

3  Alas !  I  knew  not  what  I  did, 

But  now  my  tears  are  vain ; 
Where  shall  my  trembling  soul  be  hid, 
For  I  the  Lofd  have  slain. 

4  A  second  look  he  gave,  that  said, 

"  I  freely  all  forgive : 
This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid 
I  die  that  thou  nf.y'&t  live." 


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Ood.  Sorrow  for  Sin,  in  View  of  the  Cross. 

1  Oh,  if  my  soul  were  formed  for  woe, 

How  would  I  vent  my  sighs ! 
Repentance  should  like  rivers  flow 
Prom  both  my  streaming  eyes. 

2  'T  was  for  my  sins  my  dearest  Lord 

Hung  on  the  cursed  tree ; 
And  groaned  away  a  dying  life 

For  thee,  my  soul,  for  thee ! 
S  Oh,  how  I  hate  those  lusts  of  mine 

That  crucified  my  God —  [flesh 

Those  sins  that  pierced  and  nailed  his 

Fast  to  the  fatal  wood ! 

4  Yes,  my  Redeemer,  they  shall  die ; 

My  heart  has  so  decreed  ; 
Nor  will  I  spare  the  guilty  things 
That  made  my  Saviour  bleed. 

5  While  with  a  melting,  broken  heart, 

My  murdered  Lord  I  view, 
I  '11  raise  revenge  against  my  sins, 
And  slay  the  murderers,  too. 

KQ'J      "Lord,  my  heart  is  not  haughty." 

00  '  •  Psalm  131. 

1  Is  there  ambition  in  my  heart  ? 

Search,  gracious  God,  and  see ; 
Or  do  I  act  a  haughty  part  ? 
Lord,  I  appeal  to  thee. 

2  I  charge  my  thoughts,  be  humble  still, 

My  words  and  actions  mild ; 
Content,  my  Father,  with  thy  will, 

And  quiet  as  a  child. 
S  The  patient  soul,  the  lowly  mind, 

Shall  have  a  large  reward : 
Let  saints  in  sorrow  lie  resigned, 

And  trust  a  faithful  Lord. 

f>~\  f\  "How  long  wilt  Thou  hide  Thy  face  from 
uxu*  me?" 

I  My  God!— oh,  could  I  make  the  claim— 
My  Father  and  my  Friend— 


And  call  thee  mine  by  every  name 
On  which  thy  saints  depend  ! 

2  By  every  name  of  power  and  love, 

I  would  thy  grace  entreat ; 
Nor  should  my  humble  hope  remove, 
Nor  leave  thy  mercy-seat. 

3  Yet,  tho'  my  soul  in  darkness  mourns. 

Thy  word  is  all  my  stay ; 
Here  would  I  rest  till  light  returns : 
Thy  presence  makes  my  day. 

4  Speak,  Lord !  and  bid  celestial  peace 

Relieve  my  aching  heart ; 
Oh,  smile,  and  bid  my  sorrows  cease, 
And  all  the  gloom  depart ! 

5  Then  shall  my  drooping  spirit  rise, 

And  bless  the  healing  rays ; 
And  change  these    deep,   complaining 
sighs 
To  songs  of  sacred  praise. 


£  K<^  "In  Him  we  live,  and  move,  and  hav« 
yju<-'  our  being." 

1  Lord,  what  is  man  !  that  child  of  pride, 

That  boasts  his  high  degree ! 

If  left  one  moment  to  himself, 

He  sinks — and  where  is  he  ? 

2  In  thee  I  live,  and  move,  and  am ; 

Thou  dealest  out  my  days : 
Lord,  as  thou  dost  renew  my  life, 
Let  me  renew  thy  praise. 

3  To  thee  I  come,  from  thee  I  am, 

For  thee  I  still  would  be  ; 

'T  is  better  for  me  not  to  live, 

Than  not  to  live  to  thee. 

4  Thou  art  my  living  fountain,  Lord; 

On  me  thy  streams  still  flow; 
Myself  I  render  up  to  thee, 
To  whom  myself  I  owe. 


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2"  Our  Father,  which  art  in  Heaven." 
Matt.  6.     Luke  11. 

1  Our  heavenly  Father,  hear 

The  prayer  we  offer  now : 
Thy  name  be  hallowed  far  and  near ; 
To  thee  all  nations  bow ! 

2  Thy  kingdom  come,  thy  will 

On  earth  be  done  in  love, 
As  saints  and  seraphim  fulfill 
Thy  perfect  law  above. 

3  Our  daily  bread  supply, 

Whileby  thy  word  we  live ; 
The  guilt  of  our  iniquity 
Forgive,  as  we  forgive. 

&  From  dark  temptation's  power, 
From  Satan's  wiles  defend  ; 
Deliver  in  the  evil  hour, 
And  guide  us  to  the  end  ! 

5  Thine,  then,  for  ever  be 
Glory  and  power  divine ; 
The  scepter,  throne,  and  majesty 
Of  heaven  and  earth  are  thine! 


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&-  Psalm  103. 

1  The  pity  of  the  Lord 

To  those  that  fear  his  name, 

Is  such  as  tender  parents  feel: 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame. 

2  He  knows  we  are  but  dust, 

Scattered  with  every  breath ; 
His  anger,  like  a  rising  wind, 
Can  send  us  swift  to  death. 

3  Our  days  are  as  the  grass, 

Or  like  the  morning  flower; 
If  one  sharp  blast  sweep  o'er  the  field, 
It  withers  in  an  hour. 


4  But  thy  compassions,  Lord, 
To  endless  years  endure  ; 
And  children's  children  ever  find 
Thy  words  of  promise  sure. 


4-4-S  "Descend  in  all  Thy  power." 

1  Lord  God,  the  Holy  Ghost ! 

In  this  accepted  hour, 
As  on  the  day  of  Pentecost, 
Descend  in  all  thy  power. 

2  "We  meet  with  one  accord 

In  our  appointed  place, 
And  wait  the  promise  of  our  Lord, 
The  Spirit  of  all  grace. 

3  Like  mighty  rushing  wind 

Upon  the  waves  beneath, 
Move  with  one  impulse  every  mind ;. 
One  soul,  one  feeling  breathe. 

4  The  young,  the  old,  inspire 

With  wisdom  from  above; 
And  give  us  hearts  and  tongues  of  fire, 
To  pray,  and  praise,  and  love. 

5  Spirit  of  light,  explore 

And  chase  our  gloom  away, 
With  luster  shining  more  and  more 
Unto  the  perfect  day. 

6  Spirit  of  truth,  be  thou, 

In  life  and  death,  our  guide : 
O  Spirit  of  adoption !  now 


May  we  be  sanctified. 


lIin  them,  and  Thou  in  m*." 


790. 


1  Dear  Saviour !  we  are  thine, 
By  everlasting  bands  ; 
Our  hearts,  our  souls,  we  would  re;ign 
Entirely  to  thy  hands. 


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With  ever-growing  zeal ; 
If  millions  tempt  us  Christ  to  leave, 
Oh,  let  them  ne'er  prevail ! 

3  Thy  Spirit  shall  unite 

Our  souls  to  thee,  our  Head ; 
Shall  form  in  us  thine  image  bright, 
And  teach  thy  paths  to  tread. 

4  Death  may  our  souls  divide 

From  these  abodes  of  clay; 
But  love  shall  keep  us  near  thy  side, 
Through  all  the  gloomy  way. 

5  Since  Christ  and  we  are  one, 

Why  should  we  doubt  or  fear  ? 
If  he  in  heaven  has  fixed  his  throne, 
He  '11  fix  his  members  there. 

IOI  1    '■'■Letmedietliedmthoft'herigMeous: 
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1  On  for  the  death  of  those 
Who  slumber  in  the  Lord ! 
Oh,  be  like  theirs  my  last  repose, 
Like  theirs  my  last  reward ! 


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2  Their  bodies  in  the  ground 

In  silent  hope  may  lie, 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound 
Shall  call  them  to  the  sky. 

3  Their  ransomed  spirits  soar, 

On  wings  of  faith  and  love, 

To  meet  the  Saviour  they  adore, 

And  reign  with  him  above. 

4  With  us  their  names  shall  live 

Through  long,  succeeding  years, 
Embalmed  with  all  our  hearts  can  give, 
Our  praises  and  our  tears. 

5  Oh  for  the  death  of  those 

Who  slumber  in  the  Lord! 
Oh,  be  like  theirs  my  last  reposo, 
Like  theirs  my  last  reward ! 

Doxologt. 

The  Father  and  the  Son 

And  Spirit  we  adore ; 
We  praise,  we  bless,  we  worship  thee, 

Both  now  and  evermore ! 


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AO\J.  Psalui34. 

1  Through  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life, 

In  trouble  and  in  joy, 
The  praises  of  my  God  shall  still 
My  heart  and  tongue  employ. 

2  Of  his  deliverance  I  will  boast, 

Till  all  who  are  distressed 
From  my  example  comfort  take, 
And  charm  their  griefs  to  rest. 


3  Oh,  magnify  the  Lord  with  me, 

With  me  exalt  his  name ! 
When  in  distress  to  him  I  called, 
He  to  my  rescue  came. 

4  The  hosts  of  God  encamp  around 

The  dwellings  of  the  just ; 
Deliverance  he  affords  to  all 
Who  on  his  succor  trust. 

5  Oh,  make  but  trial  of  his  love  : 

Experience  will  decide 
How  blest  are  they,  and  only  they, 
Who  in  his  truth  confide. 

6  Fear  him,  ye  saints,  and  ye  will  then 

Have  nothing  else  to  fear ; 
Make  ye  his  service  your  delight, 
He  '11  make  your  wants  his  care. 


243. 


An  ancient  Hymn  of  Praise  to  Christ. 


1  We  sing  to  thee,  thou  Son  of  God, 

Thou  source  of  life  and  grace  ! 
We  praise  thee,  Son  of  Man,  whose  blood 
Redeemed  our  fallen  race ! 

2  Thee  we  acknowledge  God  and  Lord, 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain  ; 
Who  art  by  heaven  and  earth  adored, 
Worthy  o'er  both  to  reign ! 


3  To  thee  all  angels  cry  aloud, 

Through  heaven's  extended  coasts ; 
Hail,  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord 
Of  glory  and  of  hosts ! 

4  The  prophets'  goodly  fellowship, 

In  radiant  garments  dressed, 
Praise  thee,  thou  Son  of  God,  and  reap 
The  fullness  of  thy  rest. 


5  Th'  apostles'  glorious  company 

Thy  righteous  praise  proclaim  ; 
The  martyred  army  glorify 
Thine  everlasting  name. 

6  Throughout  the  world  thy  churches  join 

To  call  on  thee,  their  Head, — 
Brightness  of  Majesty  divine, 
Who  every  power  hast  made ! 


7  Among  their  number,  Lord,  we  love 
To  sing  thy  precious  blood  : 
Reign  here,  and  in  the.  worlds  above, 
Thou  holy  Lamb  of  God ! 


247. 


"Thou  shalt  call  His  name  Jesus" 


1  Oh,  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 

My  dear  Redeemer's  praise, 
The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 
The  triumphs  of  his  grace ! 

2  My  gracious  Master  and  my  God, 

Assist  me  to  proclaim, 
To  spread  through  all  the  earth  abroad 
The  honors  of  "thy  name. 


3  Jesus !  the  name  that  calms  our  fears, 
That  bids  our  sorrows  cease — 
'T  is  music  to  my  ravished  ears, 
'T  is  Hfe,  and  health,  and  peace. 


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4  He  breaks  the  power  of  reigning  sin, 

He  sets  the  prisoner  free  ; 
His  blood  ean  make  the  foulest  clean  : 
His  blood  availed  for  me. 

5  He  speaks,  and,  listening  to  his  voice, 

New  life  the  dead  receive  ; 
The  mourning,  broken  hearts  rejoice, 
The  humble  poor  believe. 

6  Hear  him,  ye  deaf!  his  praise,  ye  dumb, 

Your  loosened  tongues  employ  ! 
Ye  bliud,  behold  your  Saviour  come, 
And  leap,  ye  lame,  for  joy ! 


0  Q  7  Condescension  of  Christ. 

1  O  Lord,  our  Lord,  how  wondrous  great 

Is  thine  exalted  name ! 
The  glories  of  thy  heavenly  state 
Let  men  and  babes  proclaim. 

2  When  I  behold  tby  works  on  high, 

The  moon  that  rules  the  night, 

And  stars  that  well  adorn  the  sky, 

Those  moving  worlds  of  light ; 


3  Lord,  what  is  man,  or  all  his  race, 

Who  dwells  so  far  below, 
That  thou  shouldst  visit  him  with  grace, 
And  love  his  nature  so ! 

4  That  thine  eternal  Son  should  bear 

To  take  a  mortal  form, 
Made  lower  than  his  angels  are, 
To  save  a  dying  worm! 

5  Let  him  be  crowned  with  majesty, 

Who  bowed  his  head  to  death'; 

And  be  his  honors  sounded  high, 

By  all  things  that  have  breath. 


6  Jesus,  our  Lord,  how  wondrous  great, 
Is  thine  exalted  name ! 
The  glories  ot  thy  heavenly  state 
Let  the  whole  earth  proclaim. 


£K9      "  My  soul  Vrtrsteth  for  Thee."" 
VOd.  Psalm  63. 

1  Oh,  who  is  like  the  Mighty  One, 

Whose  throne  is  in  the  sky ! 
Who  compasseth  the  universe 

With  his  all-searching  eye ; 
At  whose  creative  word  appeared 

The  dry  land  and  the  sea : 
My  spirit  thirsts  for  thee,  O  Lord, 

My  spirit  thirsts  for  thee ! 

2  Around  him  suns  and  systems  swim 

In  harmony  and  light ; 
Before  him  harps  angelic  hymn 

His  praises  day  and  night, 
Yet  to  the  contrite,  day  and  night, 

In  mercy  turneth  he  : 
My  spirit  thirsts  for  thee,  O  Lord, 

My  spirit  thirsts  for  thee ! 

3  Yes  !  though  unlimited  his  woras, 

His  power  upholds  them  all ; 
He  clothes  the  lilies  of  the  field, 

And  marks  the  sparrow's  fall : 
Who  listens  to  the  raven's  cry, 

Will  bend  his  ear  to  me ; 
My  spirit  thirsts  for  thee,  0  Lord, 

My  spirit  thirsts  for  thee ! 


Doxology. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

One  God,  whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory  as  it  was,  is  now, 

And  shall  be  evermore  I  -  -    \ 


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1  In  heavenly  love  abiding, 

No  change  my  heart  shall  fear, 
And  safe  is  such  confiding, 

For  nothing  changes  here : 
The  storm  may  roar  without  me, 

My  heart  may  low  be  laid, 
But  God  is  round  about  me, 

And  can  I  be  dismayed? 

2  Wherever  he  may  guide  me, 

No  want  shall  turn  me  back; 
My  Shepherd  is  beside  me, 

And  nothing  can  I  lack : 
His  wisdom  ever  waketh, 

His  sight  is  never  dim  : 
He  knows  the  way  he  taketh, 

And  I  will  walk  with  him. 

3  Green  pastures  are  before  me, 

Which  yet  I  have  not  seen ; 
Bright  skies  will  soon  be  o'er  me, 

Where  darkest  clouds  have  been  : 
My  hope  I  can  not  measure ; 

My  path  to  life  is  free ; 
My  Saviour  has  my  treasure, 

And  he  will  walk  with  me. 


b4Z.        "  Prayicithout  ceasing." 

1  Go,  when  the  morning  shineth, 
Go,  when  the  noon  is  bright, 


Go,  when  the  eve  declineth, 
Go,  in  the  hush  of  night ; 

Go,  with  pure  mind  and  feeling, 
Put  earthly  thoughts  away, 

And,  in  God's  presence  kneeling, 
Do  thou  in  secret  pray. 

2  Remember  all  who  love  thee, 

All  who  are  loved  by  thee ; 
Pray,  too,  for  those  who  hate  thee, 

If  any  such  there  be : 
Then  for  thyself,  in  meekness, 

A  blessing  humbly  claim, 
And  blend  with  each  petition 

Thy  great  Redeemer's  name. 

3  Or,  if  'tis  e'er  denied  thee 

In  solitude  to  pray, 
Should  holy  thoughts  come  o'er  thee 

When  friends  are  round  thy  way, 
Ev'n  then,  the  silent  breathing 

Thy  spirit  lifts  above, 
Will  reach  his  throne  of  glory, 

Where  dwells  eternal  love. 

4  Oh,  not  a  joy  or  blessing 

With  this  can  we  compare — 
The  grace  our  Father  gives  us 

To  pour  our  souls  in  prayer ! 
When  thou  dost  pine  in  sadness, 

On  him  who  saveth  call ; 
And  ever  in  thy  gladness, 

Thank  him  who  gave  thee  all. 


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1  AOQ   "  All  nations  shall  oe  llest  in  Him. 
LVOV.  Psalm  72. 

1  Hail  to  the  Lord's  Anointed, 

Great  David's  greater  Son ! 
Hail,  in  the  time  appointed, 

His  reign  on  earth  begun ! 
He  comes  to  break  oppression, 

To  set  the  captive  free ; 
To  take  away  transgression, 

And  rule  in  equity. 


2  He  shall  come  down  like  showers 

Upon  the  fruitful  earth  ; 
And  love,  joy,  hope,  like  flowers, 

Spring  in  liis  path  to  birth  ; 
Before  him,  on  the  mountains, 

Shall  Peace,  the  herald,  go  ; 
And  Righteousness,  in  fountains, 

From  hill  to  valley  flow. 


8  Kings  shall  fall  down  before  him, 

And  gold  and  incense  bring ; 
All  nations  shall  adore  him, 

His  praise  all  people  sing : 
For  he  shall  have  dominion 

O'er  river,  sea,  and  shore, 
Far  as  the  eagle's  pinion, 

Or  dove's  light  wing  can  soar, 


For  him  shall  prayer  unceasing 

And  daily  vows  ascend  ; 
His  kingdom  still  increasing — 

A  kingdom  without  end  : 
O'er  every  foe  victorious, 

He  on  his  throne  shall  rest : 
From  age  to  age  more  glorious, 

All  blessing'and  all  blest  I 


1101    "All  the  trees  of  the    field  shall  clap 
-L-LtJ-L-  their  hands." 


"When  shall  the  voice  of  singing 

Flow  joyfully  along  ? 
"When  hill  and  valley,  ringing 

With  one  triumphant  song, 
Proclaim  the  contest  ended, 

And  him  who  once  was  slain, 
Again  to  earth  descended, 

In  righteousness  to  reign  ? 


2  Then  from  the  craggy  mountains 

The  sacred  shout  shall  fly ; 
And  shady  vales  and  fountains 

Shall  echo  the  reply : 
High  tower  and  Jewry  dwelling 

Shall  send  the  h"\  mn  around, 
All  hallelujah  swelling, 

In  one  eternal  sound! 


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1  The  God  of  peace,  who  from  the  dead 

Brought  up  again  our  Lord, 
And,  through  the  covenant  in  his  blood, 
Our  souls  to  peace  restored — 

2  Confirm  our  hearts,  in  each  good  work, 

To  do  his  perfect  will  ; 
That,  made  well  pleasing  in  his  sight, 
Our  course  with  joy  we  fill. 

3  So  shall  we,  in  his  heavenly  courts, 

Hereafter,  ever  live ; 
And  to  his  name,  through  Jesus  Christ, 
Eternal  glory  give. 

141. 

1  God  is  a  Spirit,  just  and  wise ; 

He  sees  our  inmost  mind : 
In  vain  to  Heaven  we  raise  our  cries, 
And  leave  our  hearts  behind. 

2  Nothing  but  truth  before  his  throne 

With  honor- can  appear; 
The  painted  hypocrites  are  known 

Through  the  disguise  they  wear. 
S  Their  lifted  eyes  salute  the  skies ; 

Their  bending  knees  the  ground; 
But  God  abhors  the  sacrifice, 

Where  not  the  heart  is  found. 

4  Lord,  search  my  thoughts,  and  try  my 

ways, 
And  make  my  soul  sincere ; 
Then  shall  I  stand  before  thy  face, 
And  find  acceptance  there. 


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The  iinchavr/ina  Friend" 
Isaiah  49  :  14,  15. 

1  Forgetful  can  Another  be  ? 
Yes  :  human  loBfey>  frail ; 
But  thy  Redeeme^^fove  to  thee, 
O    Ziou  tican  notT&L 


2  No  :  thy  dear  name  engraven  stands, 

In  characters  of  love, 
On  thine  atoning  Saviour's  hands, 
And  never  shall  remove. 

3  Before  his  ever  watchful  eye 

Thy  mournful  state  appears, 
And  ever}'  groan,  and  every  sigh, 
Divine  compassion  hears. 

4  O  Zion !  learn  to  doubt  no  more  ; 

Be  every  fear  suppressed : 
Unchanging  truth,  and  love  and  power, 
DwelTin  thy  Saviour's  breast. 

AQf\       Diverse  Influences  of  th  e  Gospel. 
^yu-  1  Cor.  1:23,24. 

1  Christ  and  his  cross  are  all  our  theme: 

The  mysteries  that  we  speak 
Are  scandal  in  the  Jew's  esteem, 
And  folly  to  the  Greek. 

2  But  souls  enlightened  from  above 

With  joy  receive  the  word  ; 
They  see  what  wisdom,  power,  and  love, 
Shine  in  their  dying  Lord. 

3  The  vital  savor  of  his  name 

Restores  their  fainting  breath ; 
But  unbelief  perverts  the  same 
To  guilt,  despair,  and  death. 

4  Till  God  diffuse  his  graces  down, 

Like  showers  of  heavenly  rain, 
In  vain  Apollos  sows  the  ground, 
And  Paul  may  plant  in  vain. 

DO  A.    UM  is  God  which  worketh  in  you." 

1  Not  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth, 

Nor  rites  that  God  has  given, 
Nor  will  of  man,  nor  blood,  nor  birth. 
Can  raise  a  soul  to  heaven. 

2  The  sovereign  will  of  God  alone 

Creates  us  heirs  of  grace ; 
Born  in  the  image  of  his  Son, 
A  new,  peculiar  race. 


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Blows  on  the  sons  of  flesh, 
New-models  all  the  carnal  mind, 
And  forms  the  man  afresh. 

4  Our  quickened  souls  awake  and  rise 

From  the  long  sleep  of  death ; 

On  heavenly  things  we  fix  our  eyes, 

And  praise  employs  our  breath. 

1  H^Q  "  Ten  thousand  tongue*  $7wuld  join 
X  U  O  O .  f/ie  harmony." 

1  Lord,  at  thy  table  I  behold 

The  wonders  of  thy  grace  ; 
But  most  of  all  admire  that  I 
Should  find  a  welcome  place — 

2  I,  who  am  all  defiled  with  sin, 

A  rebel  to  my  God ! 
I,  who  have  crucified  thy  Son, 
And  trampled  on  his  blood! 

3  "What  strange,  surprising  grace  is  this, 

That  such  a  soul  has  room ! 
My  Saviour  takes  me  by  the  hand, 
My  Jesus  bids  me  come. 

4  Te  saints  below,  and  hosts  of  heaven! 

In  praise  join  all  your  powers : 
No  theme  is  like  redeeming  love  ! 
No  Saviour  is  like  ours ! 

5  Had  I  ten  thousand  hearts,  dear  Lord ! 

I  'd  give  them  all  to  thee ; 
Had  I  ten  thousand  tongues,  they  all 
Should  join  the  harmony. 

105-4.  Tlie,  Saviour  died  for  me. 

1  Prepare  us,  Lord,  to  view  th}-  cross, 
Who  all  our  griefs  hast  borne  ; 
To  look  on  thee,  whom  we  have  pierced — 
To  look  on  thee,  and  mourn. 

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"  The  Saviour  died  for  me !" 

1  C\(\(\  'kA  good  profession  he/ore  many  wit- 
±  \J U  U .  nesses."— 1  Tim.  G  :  12. 

1  Witness,  ye  men  and  angels,  now 

Before  the  Lord  we  speak ; 
To  him  we  make  our  solemn  vow 
A  vow  we  dare  not  break : — 

2  That,  long  as  life  itself  shall  last, 

Ourselves  to  Christ  we  yield ; 
Nor  from  his  cause  will  we  depart 
Or  ever  quit  the  field. 

3  We  trust  not  in  our  native  strength. 

But  on  his  grace  rely, 
That  with  returning  wants  the  Lord 
Will  all  our  need  supply. 

4  Oh,  guide  our  doubtful  feet  aright, 

And  keep  us  in  thy  ways : 
And,  while  we  turn  our  vows  to  prayers, 
Turn  thou  our  prayers  to  praise ! 

1  AQ1    " Remember  now  thy   Creator  in  Via 
*- u  °  *■  •       days  of  thy  youth:'— Eccl.  12  ;  1. 

1  PvEME^rBER  thy  Creator  now, 

In  these  thy  youthful  days ;' 
He  will  accept  "thy  earliest  vow, 
And  listen  to  thy  praise. 

2  Remember  thy  Creator  now, 

And  seek  him  while  he 's  near ; 
For  evil  days  will  come,  when  thou 
Shalt  find  no  comfort  near. 

3  Remember  thy  Creator  now ; 

His  willing  servant  be : 
Then,  when  thy  head  in  death  shall  bow, 
He  will  remember  thee. 

4  Almighty  God !  our  hearts  incline 

Thy  heavenly  voice  to  hear ; 
Let  all  our  future  days  be  thine, 
Devoted  to  thy  fear. 


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1  My  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord, 
I  read  my  duty  in  thy  word ; 
But  in  thy  life  the  law  appears, 
Drawn  out  in  living  characters. 

2  Such  was  thy  truth,  and  such  thy  zeal, 
Such  deference  to  thy  Father's  will, 
Such  love  and  meekness  so  divine, 

I  would  transcribe  and  make  them  mine. 

3  Cold  mountains  and  the  midnight  air 
Witnessed  the  fervor  of  thy  prayer: 
The  desert  thy  temptations  knew, 
Thy  conflict,  and  thy  victory,  too. 

4  Be  thou  my  pattern ;  make  me  bear 
More  of  thy  gracious  image  here : 
Then  God,  the  Judge,  shall  own  my  name 
Among  the  followers  of  the  Lamb. 


405.  Strength  by  the  Way. 

1  Jesus,  while  this  rough  desert  soil 

I  tread,  be  thou  my  guide  and  stay : 
Nerve  me  for  conflict  and  for  toil ; 
Uphold  me  on  my  stranger-way ! 

2  Jesus,  in  heaviness  and  fear, 

Mid  cloud,and  shade,and  gloom,I  stray, 
For  earth's  last  night  is  drawing  near ; 
Oh,  cheer  me  on  my  stranger-way ! 

3  Jesus,  in  solitude  and  grief, 

When  sun  and  stars  withhold  their  ray, 
Make  haste,  make  haste  to  my  relief! 
Oh,  light  me  on  my  stranger- way ! 

4  Jesus,  in  weakness  of  this  flesh, 

When  Satan  grasps  me  for  his  prey, 
Oh,  give  me  victory  afresh, 
And  speed  me  on  my  stranger-way ! 


4 O o .        "He  dwelleth  with  you." 

1  Sure  the  blest  Comforter  is  nigh ; 

'T  is  he  sustains  my  fainting  heart : 
Else  would  my  hope  for  ever  die, 
And  every  cheering  ray  depart. 

2  Whene'er  to  call  the  Saviour  mine, 

With  ardent  wish  my  heart  aspires, 
Can  it  be  less  than  power  divine, 
That  animates  these  strong  desires  ? 

3  And  when  my  cheerful  hope  can  say, 

I  love  my  God,  and  taste  his  grace, 
Lord,  is  it  "not  thy  blissful  ray 
Which  brings  this  dawn    of  sacred 
peace? 

4  Let  thy  kind  Spirit  in  my  heart 

For  ever  dwell,  O  God  of  love ; 
And  light  and  heavenly  peace  impart, 
Sweet  earnest  of  the  joys  above. 

504."  Come,  ye  heavy  laden."— Writ  11 :  23. 

1  "  Come  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls ; 

Ye  heavy-laden  sinners,  come ! 
I  '11  give  you  rest  from  all  your  toils, 
And  raise  you  to  my  heavenly  home. 

2  "They  shall  find  rest  who  learn  of  me: 

I  'm  of  a  meek  and  lowly  mind ; 
But  passion  rages  like  the  sea, 
And  pride  is  restless  as  the  wind. 

3  "  Blest  is  the  man  whose  shoulders  take 

My  yoke,  and  bear  it  with  delight : 
Mv  yoke  is  easy  to  his  neck, 
My  grace  shall  make  the  burden  light." 

4  Jesus,  we  come  at  thy  command ; 

With  faith,  and  hope,  and  humble  zeal, 
Resign  our  spirits  to  thy  hand, 
To  mold  and  guide  us  at  thy  will. 


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1  O  God,  thou  art  my  God  alone : 

Early  to  thee  ray  soul  shall  cry — 
A  pilgrim  in  a  land  unknown, 
A  thirsty  land,  whose  springs  are  dry. 

2  0  that  it  were  as  it  hath  been, 

When,  praying  in  the  holy  place, 
Thy  power  and  glory  I  have  seen, 

And  marked  the  footsteps  of  thy  grace! 
8  Tet,through  this  rough  and  thorny  maze, 

I  follow  hard  on  thee  my  God : 
Thy  hand  unseen  upholds  my  ways ; 

I  safely  tread  where  thou  hast  trod. 

4  Thee,  in  the  watches  of  the  night, 

When  I  remember  on  my  bed, 
Thy  presence  makes  the  darkness  light ; 
Thy  guardian  wings  are  round  my 
head. 

5  Better  than  life  itself  thy  lore, 

Dearer  than  all  beside  to  me ; 
Tor  whom  have  I  in  heaven  above, 
Or  what  on  earth,  compared  with  thee  ? 

00-±.        Bepose  in  God's  Wisdom. 

1  Whither,  oh,  whither  should  I  fly, 

But  to  my  loving  Father's  breast ! 
Secure  within  thine  arms  to  lie, 
And  safe  beneath  thy  wings  to  rest ! 

2  In  all  my  ways  thy  hand  I  own, 

Thy  ruling  providence  I  see : 
Assist  me  still  my  course  to  run, 
And  still  direct  my  paths  to  thee. 

3  I  have  no  skill  the  snare  to  shun  ; 

Bat  thou,  O  God,  my  wisdom  art ; 
I  ever  into  ruin  run ; 

But  thou  art  greater  than  my  heart. 
i  Foolish,  and  impotent,  and  blind, 

Lead  me  a  way  I  have  not  known ; 
Bring  me  where  I  my  heaven  may  find, 

The  heaven  of  loving  thee  alone. 


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1  While  foes  are  strong,  and  danger  near, 
A  voice  falls  gently  on  my  ear ; 
My  Saviour  speaks,  he  says  to  me, 
That  "  as  my  days,  my  strength  shall  be." 

3  With  such  a  promise  need  I  fear 
For  all  that  now  I  hold  most  dear? 
No :  I  will  never  anxious  be, 
For,  "  as  my  days,  my  strength  shall  be." 

3  When  storms  of  trouble  on  me  fall, 
And  when  my  cup  is  mixed  with  gall, 
This  promise  will  be  sweet  to  me, 
That "  as  my  days,  my  strength  shall  be." 

4  And  when  at  last  I  'm  called  to  die, 
Still  on  his  promise  I  '11  rely ; 

Yes,  Lord,  I  then  will  trust  in  thee, 
That "  as  my  days,  my  strength  shall  be." 

686.  Deligh  t  in  Christ. 

1  Jesus,  thou  Jov  of  loving  hearts! 

Thou  Fount  "of  Life!  "thou  Light  of 
men ! 
From  the  best  bliss  that  earth  imparts, 
We  turn  unfilled  to  thee  again. 

2  Thy  truth  unchanged  hath  ever  stood ; 

Thou  savest  those  that  on  thee  call ; 
To  them  that  seek  thee  thou  art  good, 
To  them  that  find  thee— All  in  All ! 

3  We  taste  thee,  O  thou  Living  Bread, 

And  long  to  feast  upon  thee  still ; 
We  drink  of  thee,  the  Fountain  Head, 
And  thirst  our  souls  from  thee  to  filL 

4  Our  restless  spirits  yearn  for  thee, 

Where'er  our  changeful  lot  is  cast ; 
Glad,  when  thy  gracious  smile  we  see, 
Blest,when  our  faith  can  hold  thee  fast. 

5  O  Jesus,  ever  with  us  stay, 

Make  all  our  moments  calm  and  bright; 
Chase  tfie  dark  night  of  sin  away, — ■ 
Shed  o'er  the  world  thy  holy  light ! 


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702.  "  Jesus  alone  deserves  my  heart." 

1  Ye  earthly  vanities !  depart ; 

For  ever  hence  remove  ; 
Jesus  alone  deserves  iny  heart, 
And  every  thought  of  love. 

2  His  heart,  where  love  and  pity  dwelt 

In  all  their  softest  forms, 
Sustained  the  heavy  load  of  guilt 

For  lost,  rebellious  worms. 
8  Can  I  my  bleeding  Saviour  view, 

And  yet  ungrateful  prove  ? 
And  pierce  his  wounded  heart  anew, 

And  grieve  his  injured  love  ? 

4  Forbid  it,  Lord !  oh,  bind  this  heart, 

This  roving  heart  of  mine, 
So  firm  that  it  may  ne'er  depart, 
In  chains  of  love  divine ! 

821.  «  Giving  All  to  God." 

1  How  can  I  sink  with  such  a  prop 

As  my  eternal  God, 
"Who  bears  the  earth's  huge  pillars  up, 
And  spreads  the  heavens  abroad  ? 

2  How  can  I  die  while  Jesus  lives, 

Who  rose  and  left  the  dead  1 
Pardon  and  grace  my  soul  receives 
From  my  exalted  Head. 

5  All  that  I  am,  and  all  I  have 

Shall  be  for  ever  thine ; 
"Whate'er  my  duty  bids  me  give, 

My  cheerful  hands  resign. 
4  Yet,  if  I  might  make  some  reserve, 

And  duty  did  not  call, 
I  love  my  God  with  zeal  so  great, 

That  I  should  give  him  all. 

888."7£  is  I;  be  not  afraid."— Matt.  14:  27. 
1  When  waves  of  sorrow  round  me  swell, 
My  soul  is  not  dismayed  ; 


I  hear  a  voice  I  know  full  well : 
"'TisI  ;  be  not  afraid." 

2  When  black  the  threatening  clouds  ap- 

pear, 
And  storms  my  path  invade, 
That  voice  shall  calm  each  rising  fear: 
"  'T  is  I ;  be  not  afraid." 

3  There  is  a  gulf  that  must  be  crossed : 

Saviour !  be  near  to  aid ; 
Whisper,  when  my  frail  bark  is  tossed, 
'"TisI;  be  not  afraid." 

4  There  is  a  dark  and  fearful  vale, — 

Death  hides  within  its  shade  ; 
Oh,  say,  when  flesh  and  heart  shall  fail, 
M  'T  is  I ;  be  not  afraid  I" 

995.     "  Close  to  Thy  bleeding  side?* 

1  For  ever  here  my  rest  shall  be, 

Close  to  thy  bleeding  side  ; 
This  all  my  hope,  and  all  my  plea — 
For  me  "the  Saviour  died. 

2  My  dying  Saviour,  and  my  God, 

Fountain  for  guilt  and  sin, 
Sprinkle  me  ever  with  thy  blood, 
And  cleanse  and  keep  me  clean. 

3  Wash  me,  and  make  me  thus  thine  own, 

Wash  me,  and  mine  thou  art ; 

Wash  me,  but  not  my  feet  alone, — 

My  hands,  my  head,  my  heart. 

4  Th'  atonement  of  thy  blood  apply, 

Till  faith  to  sight  improve ; 
Till  hope  in  full  fruition  die, 
And  all  my  soul  be  love, 

9  9  O .  "  Perfect  us  in  love." 

X  Tbt  us,  O  God,  and  search  the  ground 
Of  every  sinful  heart ; 


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Whate'er  of  sin  in  us  is  found, 
Oh,  bid  it  all  depart. 

2  Help  us  to  help  each  other,  Lord, 

Each  other's  cross  to  bear  ; 

Let  each  his  friendly  aid  afford, 

And  feel  his  brother's  care. 

3  Help  us  to  build  each  other  up, 

Our  heart  and  life  improve  ; 
Increase  our  faith,  confirm  our  hope, 
And  perfect  us  in  love. 

4  LTp  into  thee,  our  living  Head, 

Let  us  in  all  things  grow, 
Till  thou  hast  made  us  free,  indeed, 
And  spotless  here  below. 

1100    "For  ye  have  the  poor  always  with 

L  Lord,  lead  the  way  the  Saviour  went, 
By  lane  and  cell  obscure, 
And  let  our  treasures  still  be  spent, 
Like  his,  upon  the  poor. 

2  Like  him,through  scenes  of  deep  distress, 

Who  bore  the  world's  sad  weight, 
We,  in  their  gloomy  loneliness, 
Would  seek  the  desolate. 

3  For  thou  hast  placed  us  side  by  side 

In  this  wide  world  of  ill ; 
And  that  thy  followers  may  be  tried, 
The  poor  are  with  us  still. 

4  Small  are  the  offerings  we  can  make ; 

Yet  thou  hast  taught  us,  Lord, 
If  given  for  the  Saviour's  sake, 
They  lose  not  their  reward. 

1  1  01      "  Te  hare  done  it  unto  J/e.1' 
J.J.U.L.  Matt.  25:  40. 

1  Jesus,  my  Lord,  how  rich  thy  grace ! 
Thy  bounties  how  complete  ! 
How  shall  I  count  the  matchless  sum? 
How  pay  the  mighty  debt  ? 


2  High  on  a  throne  of  radiant  light 

Dost  thou  exalted  shine  ; 
What  can  my  poverty  bestow, 
When  all  the  worlds  are  thine  ? 

3  But  thou  hast  brethren  here  below, 

The  partners  of  thy  grace  ; 
And  wilt  confess  their  humble  names 
Before  thy  Father's  face. 

4  In  them  thou  may'st  be  clothed  and 

fed, 
And  visited  and  cheered ; 
And,  in  their  accents  of  distress, 
My  Saviour's  voice  is  heard. 

5  Thy  face,  with  reverence  and  with  love 

I,  in  thy  poor,  would  see ; 
Oh,  rather  let  me  beg  my  bread, 
Than  keep  it  back  from  thee ! 

40<£."  Come,  Iloly  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove.* 

1  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 

With  all  tlry  quickening  powers, 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  Look,  how  we  grovel  here  below, 

Fond  of  these  trifling-  toys ! 
Our  souls  can  neither  fly  nor  go 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs  ; 

In  vain  we  strive  to  rise : 
Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Dear  Lord !  and  shall  we  ever  live 

At  this  poor,  dying  rate  ? 
Our  love  so  faint*  so  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  so  great  ? 

5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quickening  powers! 
Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
I         And  that  shall  kindle  oars. 


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538. 

1  Haste,  trav'ler,haste!  the  night  comes  on, 
And  many  a  shining  hour  is  gone  ; 

The  storm  is  gathering  in  the  west, 
And  thou  art  far  from  home  and  rest : 
Haste,  trav'ler,  haste ! 

2  The  rising  tempest  sweeps  the  sky  ; 
The  rains  descend,  the  winds  are  high  ; 
The  waters  swell,  and  death  and  fear 
Beset  thy  path  ;  no  refuge  near  : 

Haste,  travTer,  haste ! 


3  Haste,  while  a  shelter  3rou  may  gain, — 
A  covert  from  the  wind,  and  rain, — 

A  hiding-place,  a  rest,  a  home, — 
A  refuge  from  the  wrath  to  come : 
Haste,  trav'ler,  haste ! 

4  Then  linger  not  in  all  the  plain  ; 
Flee  for  thy  life — the  mountain  gain ; 
Look  not  behind ;  make  no  delay  ; 

Oh,  speed  thee,  speed  thee  on  thy  way ! 
Haste,  trav'ler,  haste ! 


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1177. 

1  No,  no,  it  is  not  dying 
To  go  unto  our  God ; 
This  gloomy  earth  forsaking, 
Our  journey  homeward  takinj 
Along  the  starry  road. 


To  die  is  gain." 

2  No,  no,  it  is  not  dying 
Heaven's  citizen  to  be ; 
A  crown  immortal  wearing, 
And  rest  unbroken  sharing, 
From  care  and  conflict  free. 
[For  other  stanzas  see  next  page.] 


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J.  1 0 O .     "Having  a  desire  to  depart" 

1  To  Jesus,  the  crown  of  my  hope, 

My  soul  is  in  haste  to  be  gone ; 
Oh,  bear  me,  ye  cherubim,  up, 
And  waft  me  away  to  his  throne. 

2  My  Saviour,  whom  absent  I  love ; 

'Whom,  not  having  seen,  I  adore  ; 
Whose  name  is  exalted  above 
All  glory,  dominion  and  power ; — 

3  Dissolve  thou  these  bands  that  detain 

My  soul  from  her  portion  in  thee, 
Ah !  strike  off  this  adamant  chain, 
And  make  me  eternally  free. 

4  When  that  happy  era  begins, 

When  arrayed  in  thy  glories  I  shine, 
Nor  grieve  any  more,  by  my  sins, 
The  bosom  on  which  I  recline, — 

5  Oh,  then  shall  the  vail  be  removed ! 

And  round  me  thy  brightness  be  pour'd; 
I  shall  meet  him  whom  absent  I  loved, 
I  shall  see  whom  unseen  I  adored. 

C  And  then,  never  more  shall  the  fears, 
The  trials,  temptations,  and  woes, 
Which  darken  this  valley  of  tears, 
Intrude  on  my  blissful  repose. 


12G1. 


•Wlutt  must  it  be  to  l>e  there!" 


1  We  speak  of  the  realms  of  the  blest, 

That  country  so  bright  and  so  fair, 
And  oft  are  its  glories  confessed  ; 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there ! 

2  We.  speak  of  its  pathways  of  gold, 

Its  walls  decked  with  jewels  so  rare, 
Its  wonders  and  pleasures  untold; 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there  I 


3  We  speak  of  its  freedom  from  sin, 
From  sorrow,  temptation,  and  care, 
From  trials  without  and  within  : 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there ! 


4  We  speak  of  its  service  of  love, 

The  robes  which  the  glorified  wear, 
The  church  of  the  first-born  above ; 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there  ! 

5  Do  thou,  Lord,  'mid  sorrow  and  woe, 

Still  for  heaven  my  spirit  prepare, 
And  shortly  I  also  shall  know, 
And  feel  what  it  is  to  be  there. 


S  No,  no,  it  is  not  dying 

The  Shepherd's  voice  to  know : 
His  sheep  he  ever  leadeth, 
His  peaceful  flock  he  feedeth, 

Where  living  pastures  grow. 

4  No,  no,  it  is  not  dying 

To  wear  a  heavenly  crown  ; 


Among  God's  people  dwelling 

The  glorious  triumph  swelling 

Of  him  whose  sway  we  own. 

Oh,  no!  this  is  not  dying, 

Thou  Saviour  of  mankind ! 
There  streams  of  love  are  flowing, 
No  hindrance  ever  knowing ; 
Here,  only  drops  we  find. 


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214.  The  God  of  my  Life. 

1  Father  of  mercies !  God  of  love ! 

My  Father  and  my  God ! 
I  '11  sing  the  honors  of  thy  name, 
And  spread  thy  praise  abroad. 

2  In  every  period  of  my  life 

Thy  thoughts  of  love  appear ; 
Thy  mercies  gild  each  transient  scene, 
And  crown  each  passing  year. 

3  In  all  thy  mercies,  may  my  soul 

A  Father's  bounty  see ; 
Nor  let  the  gifts  thy  grace  bestows 
Estrange  my  heart  from  thee. 

4  Teach  me,  in  times  of  deep  distress, 

To  own  thy  hand,  O  God ! 
And  in  submissive  silence  learn 
The  lessons  of  thy  rod. 

5  Through  every  period  of  my  life, 

Each  bright,  each  clouded  scene, 
Give  me  a  meek  and  humble  mind, 
Still  equal  and  serene. 

6  Then  may  I  close  my  eyes  in  death, 

Redeemed  from  anxious  fear; 
For  death  itself,  my  God,  is  life, 
If  thou  be  with  me  there. 

D  2i  7 .    "  0  for  a  closer  walk  with  God." 

1  Oh  for  a  closer  walk  with  God, 

A  calm  and  heavenly  frame, — 
A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb ! 

2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew, 

When  first  I  saw  the  Lord '? 
Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus  and  his  word  ? 

8  What  peaceful  hours  I  once  enjoyed! 
How  sweet  their  memory  still ! 
But  they  have  left  an  aching  void 
The  world  can  never  till. 


4  Return,  O  holy  Dove !  return, 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest ! 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

5  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whate'er  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  thee. 

6  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 

Calm  and  serene  my  frame ; 
So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 


1  AQ/l      "Brefliren,  be  not  weary  in  welU 
J-Uf±.  doing." 

1  Lord,  as  to  thy  dear  cross  we  flee, 

And  pray  to  be  forgiven, 
So  let  thy  life  our  pattern  be, 
And  form  our  souls  for  heaven. 

2  Help  us,  through  good  report  and  ill, 

Our  daily  cross  to  bear ; 
Like  thee,  to  do  our  Father's  will, 
Our  brother's  griefs  to  share. 

3  Let  grace  our  selfishness  expel, 

Our  earthliness  refine ; 
And  kindness  in  our  bosoms  dwell 
As  free  and  true  as  thine. 

4  If  joy  shall  at  thy  bidding  fly, 

And  grief's  dark  day  come  on, 
We,  in  our  turn,  would  meekly  cry, 
"Father,  thy  will  be  done!" 

5  Should  friends  misjudge,  or  foes  defame, 

Or  brethren  faithless  prove, 
Then,  like  thine  own,  be  all  our  aim 
To  conquer  them  by  love. 

6  Kept  peaceful  in  the  midst  of  strife, 

Forgiving  and  forgiven, 
Oh,  may  we  lead  the  pilgrim's  life, 
And  follow  thee  to  heaven! 


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1  Since  all  the  varying  scenes  of  time 

God's  "watchful  eye  surveys, 
Oh,  who  so  wise  to  choose  "our  lot, 
Or  to  appoint  our  ways  ! 

2  Good,  when  he  gives,  supremely  good 

Nor  less  when  he  denies  ; 
Ev'n  crosses  from  his  sovereign  hand, 
Are  blessings  in  disguise. 

3  Why  should  we  doubt  a  Father's  love, 

So  constant  and  so  kind ! 
To  his  unerring,  gracious  will 
Be  every  wish  resigned. 

4  In  thy  fair  book  of  life  divine, 

My  God,  inscribe  my  name ; 
There  let  it  fill  some  humble  place 
Beneath  my  Lord  the  Lamb  ! 


846.  The  safe  Heir  eat. 

1  Dear  Father,  to  thy  mercy-seat 

My  soul  for  shelter  flies  : 
'T  is  here  I  find  a  safe  retreat 
When  storms  and  tempests  rise. 

2  My  cheerful  hope  can  never  die, 

If  ihou,  my  God,  art  near ; 
Thy  grace  can  raise  my  comforts  high, 
And  banish  every  fear. 

8  My  great  Protector,  and  my  Lord, 
Thy  constant  aid  impart ; 
Oh,  let  thy  kind,  thy  gracious  word 
Sustain  my  trembling  heart ! 

4  Oh,  never  let  my  soul  remove 
From  this  divine  retreat ! 
Still  let  me  trust  thy  power  and  love, 
And  dwell  beneath  thy  feet. 


926.  The  One  Petition. 

1  Father  !  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 

Thy  sovereign  hand  denies, 
Accepted  at  thy  throne  of  grace, 
Let  this  petition  rise : 

2  "  Give  me  a  calm,  a  thankful  heart, 

From  every  murmur  free  ; 
The  blessings  of  thy  grace  impart, 
And  make  me  live  to  thee. 

3  "  Let  the  sweet  hope  that  thou  art  mine 

My  life  and  death  attend ; 
Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shine, 
And  crown  my  journey's  end." 

JL  U  U  i. . "  Let  me  know  my  Father  reigns" 

1  My  God,  my  Father,  blissful  name ! 

Oh,  may  I  call  thee  mine  ? 
May  I  with  sweet  assurance  claim 
A  portion  so  divine  ? 

2  "Whate'er  thy  providence  denies 

I  calmly  would  resign ; 
For  thou  art  good,  and  just*  and  wise : 
Oh,  bend  my  will  to  thine  ! 

3  Whate'er  thy  sacred  will  ordains, 

Oh,  give  me  strength  to  bear ! 
And  let  me  know  my  Father  reigns, 
And  trust  his  tender  care. 

4  Thy  sovereign  ways  are  all  unknown 

To  my  weak,  erring  sight ; 

Yet  let  my  soul  adoring  own 

That  all  thy  ways  are  right. 

DOXOLOGY. 

Let  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit,  be  adored, 
Where  there  are  works  t  o  make  him  known, 

Or  saints  to  love  the  Lord ! 


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1  Love  divine,  all  love  excelling, 

Joy  of  heaveu,  to  earth  come  down 
Fix  in  us  thy  humble  dwelling ; 

All  thy  faithful  mercies  crown : 
Jesus !  thou  art  all  compassion  ; 

Pure,  unbounded  love  thou  art: 
Visit  us  with  thy  salvation  ; 

Enter  every  longing  heart. 

2  Come,  Almighty  to  deliver, 

Let  us  all  thy  grace  receive  ; 
Hasten  thy  return,  and  never, 

Never  more  thy  temples  leave ! 
Dwell  in  us  with  thy  rich  blessing, 

Dwell  in  us  with  all  thy  love ; 
"We  will  praise  thee  without  ceasing ; 

Serve  thee  as  thy  hosts  above. 

3  Finish,  Lord,  thy  new  creation ; 

Pure  and  spotless  may  we  be : 
Let  us  see  thy  great  salvation 

Perfectly  restored  in  thee : 
Changed  from  glory  into  glory, 

Tilf  in  heaven  we  take  our  place  : 
Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  thee, 

Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 


The  Elder  Brother. 


421. 


1  Yes,  for  me,  for  me  he  careth 

With  a  brother's  tender  care ; 
Yes,  with  me,  with  me  he  shareth 
Every  burden,  every  fear. 

2  Yes,  o'er  me,  o'er  me  he  watcheth, 

Ceaseless  watcheth,  night  and  day ; 
Yes,  ev'n  me,  ev'n  me  he  snatcheth 
From  the  perils  of  the  way. 


3  Yes,  for  me  he  standeth  pleading, 

At  the  mercy-seat  above  ; 
Ever  for  me  interceding, 
Constant  in  untiringlove. 

4  Yes,  in  me  abroad  he"sheddeth 

Joys  unearthly,  love  and  light ; 
And  "to  cover  me  he  spreadeth 
His  paternal  wing  of  might. 


5  Yes,  in  me,  in  me  he  dwelleth ; 

I  in  him,  and  he  in  me ! 
And  my  empty  soul  he  filleth, 
Here  and  through  eternity. 

6  Thus  I  wait  for  his  returning, 

Singing  all  the  way  to  heaven : 

Such  thejoyful  song  of  morning, 

Such  the  tranquil  song  of  even. 


4  D  O .     Our  Friend,  above  all  others. 

1  One  there  is,  above  all  others, 

Well  deserves  the  name  of  Friend  ;'• 
His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's, 
Costly,  free,  and  knows  no  end. 

2  Which  of  all  our  friends,  to  save  us, 

Could  or  would  have  shed  his  blood? 
But  our  Jesus  died  to  have  us 
Reconciled  in  him  to  God. 


3  When  he  lived  on  earth  abased, 

Friend  of  sinners  was  his  name; 
Now,  above  all  glory  raised, 
He  rejoices  in  the  same. 

4  Oh,  for  grace  our  hearts  to  soften ! 

Teach  us,  Lord,  at  length  to  love ; 
We,  alas !  forget  too  often 
V\~hat  a  Friend  we  have  above. 


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419."  lam  with  you  ahcay."— -Matt.  23  :  20. 

1  Always  with  us,  always  with  us — 

Words  of  cheer  and  words  of  love  ; 
Thus  the  risen  Saviour  whispers, 
From  his  dwelling-place  above. 

2  With  us  when  we  toil  in  sadness, 

Sowing  much  and  reaping  none  ; 
Telling  us  thai  in  the  future 
Golden  harvests  shall  be  won.  • 

3  With  us  when  the  storm  is  sweeping 

O'er  our  pathway  dark  and  drear ; 
Waking  hope  within  our  bosoms, 
Stilling  every  anxious  fear. 

4  With  us  in  the  lonely  valley, 

When  we  cross  the  chilling  stream ; 
Lighting  up  the  steps  to  glory 
With  salvation's  radiant  beam. 


151.     "  God  is  Lore."^!  John  4 :  8. 

1  God  is  love  ;  his  mercy  brightens 

All  the  path  in  which  we  rove  ; 
Bliss  he  wakes,  and  woe  he  lightens  : 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

2  Chance  and  change  are  busy  ever ; 

Man  decays,  and  ages  move : 
But  his  mercy  waneth  never ; 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

S  Ev'n  the  hour  that  darkest  seemeth 
Will  his  changeless  goodness  prove  ; 
From  the  gloom  his  brightness  streameth: 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

4  He  with  earthly  cares  entwincth 

Hope  and  comfort  from  above : 

Every  where  his  glory  shineth  ; 

God  is  wisdonC  God  is  love. 

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249.  "  Over  all,  God  blessed  for  ever." 

1  Crown  his  head  with  endless  blessing, 

Who,  in  God  the  Father's  name, 
With  compassions  never  ceasing, 
Comes  salvation  to  proclaim. 

2  Lo !  Jehovah,  we  adore  thee ; 

Thee,  our  Saviour ;  thee,  our  God  ! 
From  his  throne  his  beams  of  glory 
Shine  through  all  the  world  abroad. 

3  Jesus,  thee  our  Saviour  hailing. 

Thee,  our  God,  in  praise  we  own  ; 
Highest  honors,  never  failing, 
Kise  eternal  round  thy  throne. 

4  Now,  ye  saints,  his  power  confessing, 

In  your  grateful  strains  adore ; 
For  his  mercy,  never  ceasing, 
Flows  and  flows  for  evermore. 


Abb.  "  Being  the  brightness  of  His  glory." 

1  Brightness  of  the  Father's  glory, 

Shall  thy  praise  unuttered'lie  ? 
Break,  my  tongue,  such  guilty  silence  \ 
Sing  the  Lord  who  came  to  die. 

2  Did  archangels  sing  thy  coming  ? 

Did  the  shepherds  learn  their  lays  ? 
Shame  would  cover  me,  ungrateful. 
Should  my  tongue  refuse  to  praise. 

3  From  the  highest  throne  in  glory 

To  the  ci  oss  of  deepest  woe, 
All  to  ransom  guilty  captives ! 
Flow,  my  praise,  for  ever  How. 

4  Re  ascend,  immortal  Saviour! 

Leave  thy  footstool,  take  thy  throne  : 
Thence  return,  and  reign  for  ever ; 
Be  the  kingdom  all  thine  own. 


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551.    Lost,  orttfozind.—l  Pet.  2 :  25. 

1  I  was  a  wandering  sheep, 

I  did  not  love  the  fold, 
I  did  not  love  my  Shepherd's  voice, 
1  would  not  be  controlled. 

2  I  was  a  wayward  child, 

I  did  not  love  my  home, 
I  did  not  love  my  Father's  voice, 
I  loved  afar  to  roam. 

3  The  Shepherd  sought  his  sheep, 

The  Father  sought  his  child ; 
They  followed  me  o'er  vale  and  hill, 
O'er  deserts  waste  and  wild. 

4  They  found  me  nigh  to  death, 

Famished,  and  faint,  and  lone ; 
They  bound  me  with  the  bands  of  love ; 
They  saved  the  wandering  one. 

5  Jesus  my  Shepherd  is, 

'T  was  he  that  loved  my  soul, 
'T  was  he  that  washed  me  in  his  blood, 
'T  was  he  that  made  me  whole. 

6  'T  was  he  that  sought  the  lost, 

That  found  the  wandering  sheep, 
'T  was  he  that  brought  me  to  the  fold, 
'T  is  he  that  still  doth  keep. 

7  I  was  a  wandering  sheep, 

I  would  not  be  controlled ; 
But  now  I  love  my  Shepherd's  voice, 
I  love,  I  love  the  fold ! 

8  I  was  a  wayward  child ; 

I  once  preferred  to  roam  ; 
But  now  I  love  my  Father's  voice,— 
I  love,  I  love  his  home ! 


b  O  7 .  Christian  Fellowship. 

1  Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds - 

Our  hearts  in  Christian  love : 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 
Is  like  to  that  above. 

2  Before  our  Father's  throne 

We  pour  our  ardent  prayers  ; 
Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one, 
•    Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 

3  We  share  our  mutual  woes, 

Our  mutual  burdens  bear ; 
And  often  for  each  other  flows 
The  sympathizing  tear. 

4  When  we  asunder  part, 

It  gives  us  inward  pain  ; 
But  we  shall  still  be  joined  in  heart, 
And  hope  to  meet  again. 

5  This  glorious  hope  revives 

Our  courage  by  the  way ; 
While  each  in  expectation  lives, 
And  longs  to  see  the  day. 

6  From  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain, 

And  sin,  we  shall  be  free, 
And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reign 
Through  all  eternity. 


Q C\C\  "  Say  ye  to  the  righteous  that  it  shall  bi 
°  u  w  ■  well  with  him.n— Isaiah  3 :  10. 

1  What  cheering  words  are  these  ? 

Their  sweetness  who  can  tell  ? 
In  time,  and  to  eternal  days, 
"  'T  is  with  the  righteous  well." 

2  In  every  state  secure, 

Kept  as  Jehovah's  eye, 
'T  is  well  with  them  while  life  endures, 
And  well  when  called  to  die  ; 


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3  Well,  when  they  see  his  face, 

Or  sink  amid  the  flood ; 
Well,  in  affliction's  thorny  maze, 
Or  on  the  mount  with  God. 

4  'T  is  well,  when  joys  arise  ; 

'T  is  well,  when  sorrows  flow ; 
'T  is  well,  when  darkness  vails  the  skies, 
And  strong  temptations  grow. 

5  'T  is  well,  when  Jesus  calls : 

"  From  earth  and  sin  arise. 
To  join  the  hosts  of  ransomed  souls, 
Made  to  salvation  wise !" 


12  /  0.  "  How  long,  0  Lord,  holy  and  trneV 

1  The  Clmrch  has  waited  long, 

Her  absent  Lord  to  see  ; 
And  still  in  loneliness  she  waits, 
A  friendless  stranger  she. 

2  How  lon<r,  O  Lord  our  God, 

Holy  aud  true  and  good, 


Wilt  thou  not  jud<re  thy  suffering  church. 
Her  sighs  and  tears  and  blood  ? 


3  Saint  after  saint  on  earth 

Has  lived, and  loved,and  died; 
And  as  they  left  us  one  by  one, 
We  laid  them  side  by  side. 

4  We  laid  them  down  to  sleep, 

But  not  in  hope  forlorn; 
We  laid  them  but  to  ripen  there, 
Till  the  last  glorious  morn. 

5  We  long  to  hear  thy  voice, 

To  see  thee  face  to  face, 
To  share  thy  crown  and  glory  then, 
As  now  we  share  thy  grace. 

6  Come,  Lord!  and  wipe  away 

The  curse,  the  sin,  the  stain, 
And  make  this  blighted  world  of  ours 
Thine  own  fair  world  a;ram. 


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411.  None  but  Christ. 

1  Thou  only  Sovereign  of  my  heart, 

My  Refuge,  my  almighty  Friend ! 
And  can  my  soul  from  thee  depart, 
On  whom  alone  my  hopes  depend? 

2  Whither,  ah !  whither  shall  I  go, 

A  wretched  wand'rer  from  my  Lord  ? 
Can  this  dark  world  of  sin  and  woe 
One  glimpse  of  happiness  afford  ? 

3  Eternal  life  thy  words  impart ; 

On  these  my  fainting  spirit  lives : 
Here  sweeter  comforts  cheer  my  heart, 
Than  all  the  round  of  nature  gives. 

4  Let  earth's  alluring  joys  combine; 

While  thou  art  near,  in  vain  they  call ; 
One  smile,  one  blissful  smile  of  thine, 
My  dearest  Lord !  outweighs  them  all. 

5  Thy  name  my  inmost  powers  adore ; 

Thou  art  my  life,  my  joy,  my  care : 
Depart  from  thee !— 't  is  death, 't  is  more, 
'T  is  endless  ruin — deep  despair ! 

6  Low  at  thy  feet  my  soul  would  lie ; 

Here  safety  dwells,  and  peace  divine  : 
Still  let  me  live  beneath  thiue  eye, 
For  life,  eternal  life  is  thine. 

i  Zv.   Kohope  but  i>i  C/irist.— Micah  6:  6-5. 

1  Wherewith,  O  God,  shall  I  draw  near, 

And  bow  myself  before  thy  face  ? 
How,  in  thy  purer  eyes,  appear? 
What  shall  I  bring  to  gaiu  thy  grace? 

2  Will  gifts  delight  the  Lord  our  God  ? 

Can  these  wash  out  my  guilty  stains  ? 
Rivers  of  oil,  and  seas  of  blood- 
Alas  !  they  all  must  flow  in  vain. 

3  What  have  I  then  wherein  to  trust  ? 

I  nothing  have,  I  nothing  am : 
Excluded  is  my  every  boast, 
My  glory  swallowed  up  in  shame. 


4  Guilty  I  stand  before  thy  face ; 

On  me  I  feel  thy  wrath  abide ; 
'T  is  just  the  sentence  should  take  place, 
'T  is  just — but  oh,  thy  Son  hath  died  1 

5  Jesus,  the  Lamb  of  God,  hath  bled ; 

He  bore  our  sins  upon  his  tree ; 
Beneath  our  curse  he  bowed  his  head ;' 
'T  is  finished — he  hath  died  for  me  ! 

6  See,  where  before  the  throne  he  stand*. 

And  pours  the  all-prevailing  prayer  1 
Points  to  his  side,  and  lifts  his  hand?, 
And  shows  that  I  am  graven  there ! 


7C>  f\  "  Who  shall  separate  vs  from  the  love 
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1  Lord,  didst  thou  die — but  not  for  me? 

Am  I  forbid  to  trust  thy  blood  ? 
Hast  thou  not  pardons  rich  and  free  ; 
And  grace,  an  overwhelming  flood  ? 

2  Who,  then,  shall  drive  my  trembling  soul 

From  thee  to  regions  of  despair  ? 
Who  has  surveyed  the  sacred  roll, 
And  found  my  name  not  written  there? 

3  Presumptuous  thought, to  fix  the  bound, 

To  limit  mercy's  sovereign  reign  : 

What  other  happy  souls  have  found 

I  '11  seek,  nor  shall  I  seek  in  vain. 

4  I  own  my  guilt,  my  sins  confess  : 

Can  men  or  devils  make  them  more  ? 
Of  crimes  already  numberless, 
Who  will  attempt  to  swell  the  score  ? 

5  Were  all  my  crimes  before  my  sight, 

While  I  remember  thou  hast  died, 
They  would  but  urge  my  speedier  flight 
To  seek  salvation  at  thy  side. 

6  Low  at  thy  feet  I  '11  cast  me  down, 

To  thee  reveal  my  guilt  and  fear ; 
And,  if  thou  spurn  me  from  thy  throne, 
I  '11  be  the  first  who  perished  there. 


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"lOA    "  27ie  wic*  of  the  Lord  is  full  of 
-*-  ^  " '  maj  esty." 

1  Eternal  God !  eternal  King ! 

Ruler  of  heaven  and  earth  beneath ! 
From  thee  our  hopes,our  comfortsspring; 
In  thee  we  live,  and  move,  and  breathe. 

2  Thy  word  brought  forth  the  flaming  sun, 

The  changeful  moon,  the  starry  host : 
In  thine  appointed  course  they  run, 
Till  in  the  final  ruin  lost. 

3  At  thy  command  the  storm  is  dumb ; 

And  to  the  sea  thy  power  hath  said, 
"  No  further  shalt  thou  dare  to  come, 
And  here  shall  thy  proud  waves  be 
stayed." 

4  Thy  sway  is  known  below,  above, 

And  full  of  majesty  thy  voice : 

And,  as  it  speaks,  in  wrath  or  love, 

The  nations  tremble  or  rejoice. 

5  The  final,  awful  hour  is  near, 

Time    paces  on  with  ceaseless  tread, 
When  opening  graves  that  voice  shall 
hear, 
And  render  up  the  sleeping  dead. 

6  Oh,  in  that  great  decisive  day, 

May  we  be  found  in  Christ,  and  stand, 
While  flaming  Avorlds  shall  melt  away, 
Accepted,  owned,  at  thy  right  hand ! 

Dc)  t/ .  "  Lovest  thou  Me  more  than  these?" 

1  Lord,  should  my  path  thro'  suffering  lie, 

Forbid  that  I  should  e'er  repine: 
Still  let  me  turn  to  Calvary, 
Nor    heed    my    griefs,    rememb'ring 
thine. 

2  Oh,  let  me  think  how  thou  didst  leave 

Untasted,  every  pure  delight, 
To  fast,  to  faint,  to  watch,  to  grieve, 
The  toilsome  day,  the  homeless  night. 


3  To  faint,  to  grieve,  to  die  for  me ! 

Thou  earnest  not  thyself  to  please : 
And,  dear  as  earthly  comforts  be, 
Shall  I  not  love  thee  more  than  these? 

4  Yes :  I  would  count  them  all  but  loss, 

To  gain  the  notice  of  thine  eye  : 
Flesh  shrinks  and  trembles  at  the  cross, 
But  thou  canst  give  the  victory. 


5  Sa 


thy  needful  grace  afford 


On  thee  my  trembling  soul  I  cast: 
Perfect  thy  work  within  me,  Lord, 
And  own  my  worthless  name  at  last. 

7oO.  Inconstant  Trust. 

1  When  darkness  long  has  vailed  my  mind, 

And  smiling  day  once  more  appears, 
Then,  my  Redeemer !  then  I  find 
The  folly  of  my  doubts  and  fears. 

2  Straight  I  upbraid  my  wandering  heart, 

And  blush  that  I  should  ever  be 
Thus  prone  to  act  so  base  a  part, 
Or  harbor  one  hard  thought  of  thee ! 

3  Oh,  let  me  then  at  length  be  taught 

(What  I  am  still  so  slow  to  learn), 
That  God  is  love,  and  changes  not, 
Nor  knows  the  shadow  of  a  turn. 

4  Sweet  truth,  and  easy  to  repeat ! 

But  when  my  faith  is  sharply  tried, 
I  find  myself  a  learner  yet,— 
Unskillful,  weak,  and  apt  to  slide. 

5  But,  O  my  Lord !  one  look  from  thee 

Subdues  the  disobedient  will ; 

Drives  doubt  and  discontent  away, 

And  thy  rebellious  child  is  still. 

6  Thou  art  as  ready  to  forgive, 

As  I  am  ready  to  repine ; 
Thou,  therefore,  all  the  praise  receive ; 
Be  shame  and  self-abasement  mine. 


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329.  "  Tlie  Hood  of  His  Cross."—  Col.  1 :  20. 

1  Ye  saints,  your  music  bring, 

Attuned  to  sweetest  sound; 
Strike  every  trembling  string, 

Till  earth  and  heaven  resound  : 
The  triumphs  of  the  cross  we  sing ; 
Awake,  ye  saints,  each  joyful  string  1 

2  The  cross,  the  cross  alone, 

Subdued  the  powers  of  hell; 
Like  lightning,  from  his  throne 

The  prince  of  darkness  fell : 
The  triumphs  of  the  cross  we  sing ; 
Awake,  ye  saints,  each  joyful  string ! 

S  The  cross  hath  power  to  save 
From  all  the  foes  that  rise ; 
The  cross  hath  made  the  grave 
A  passage  to  the  skies  : 

The  triumphs  of  the  cross  we  sing ; 

Awake,  ye  saints,  each  joyful  string! 


1A90  " Gird  TJiy  sicord  upon  Thy  thigh,  Q 
J.  U O  O.  Mo8t  Mightij  /•'— Psalin  45. 

1  Girt*  on  thy  conquering  sword ! 

Ascend  thy  shining  car, 
And  march,  Almighty  Lord ! 

To  wage  the  holy  war : 
Before  his  wheels,     I  Ye  valleys,  rise, 
In  glad  surprise,        |  And  sink,  ye  hills ! 

2  Before  thine  awful  face 

Millions  of  foes  shall  fall, 
The  captives  of  thy  grace- 
That  grace  which  conquers  all : 
The     world      shall  I  What         wondrous 

know,  things 

Great  King  of  kings!    Thine  arm  can  do ! 


3  Here  to  my  willing  soul 

Bend  thy  triumphant  way ; 
Here  every  foe  control, 
And  all  thy  power  display : 
My  heart,thy  throne,!  Bows  low  to  theex 
Blest  Jesus,  see,       |  To  thee  alone ! 


1074. 


"  Clirist  is  our  Corner-stone? 


1  Christ  is  our  Corner-stone; 
On  him  alone  we  build ; 
With  his  true  saints  alone 
The  courts  of  heaven  are  filled: 
On  his  great  love       I  Of  present  grace 
Our  hopes  we  place,  |  And  joys  above. 


2  Oh,  then,  with  hymns  of  praise 

These  hallowed  courts  shall  ring ! 
Our  voices  we  will  raise, 

The  Three  in  One  to  sing ; 
And  thus  proclaim    I  Both  loud  and  long, 
In  joyful  song,  |  Thatglorious  Name. 

3  Here,  gracious  God,  do  thou 

For  evermore  draw  nigh ; 
Accept  each  faithful  vow, 

And  mark  each  suppliant  sigh : 
In  copious  shower,  I  Each  holy  day, 
On  all  who  pray,        |  Thy  blessings  pour, 

4  Here  may  we  gain  from  heaven 

The  grace  which  we  implore, 
And  may  that  grace,  once  given, 

Be  with  us  evermore, — 
Until  that  day  I  To  endless  rest 

When  all  the  blest     |  Are  called  away. 


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1  To  God,  the  mighty  Lord, 

Your  joyful  thanks  repeat; 
To  him  due  praise  afford, 

As  good  as  he  is  great ; 
For  God  doth  prove  our  constant  friend  ; 
His  boundless  lovo  shall  never  end. 

2  He,  in  our  depths  of  woes, 

On  us  with  favor  thought ; 
And  from  our  deadly  foes 

In  peace  and  safety  brought : 
For  God  doth  prove  our  constant  friend ; 
His  boundless  love  shall  never  end. 

8  He  doth  the  food  supply, 

On  which  all  creatures  live  ; 
To  God,  who  reigns  on  high, 
Eternal  praises  give: 

For  God  doth  prove  our  constant  friend ; 

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Tlit,  Year  of  Jubilee. 


1  Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow, 

The  gladly  solemn  sound  I 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 

To  earth's  remotest  bound : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

2  Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 

Hath  full  atonement  made ; 
Ye  weary  spirits,  rest ; 

Ye  mournful  souls,  be  glad: 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 


3  Exalt  the  Lamb  of  God, 

The  sin-atoning  Lamb ; 
Redemption  in  his  blood 

To  all  the  world  proclaim : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

4  The  gospel  trumpet  hear-*" 

The  news  of  heavenly  grace ; 
And,  saved  from  earth,  appear 

Before  your  Saviour's  face  ; 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 


872. 


One  Lord,  one  faith,  one  baptism.* 


1  One  sole  baptismal  sign, 

One  Lord,  below,  above, 
One  faith,  one  hope  divine, 

One  only  watchword — Love : 
From  different  temples  though  it  rise, 
One  song  ascendeth  to  the  skies. 


2  Our  sacrifice  is  one ; 

One  Priest  before  the  throne ; 
The  slain,  the  risen  Son, 

Redeemer,  Lord  alone ! 
And  sighs  from  contrite  hearts  that  springy 
Our  chief,  our  choicest  offering. 


3  Head  of  thy  church  beneath ! 

The  catholic,  the  true, 
On  all  her  members  breathe; 

Her  broken  frame  renew ! 
Then  shall  thy  perfect  will  be  done 
When  Christians  love  and  live  as  one. 


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also  that  in  the  last  repetition  the  first  two  syllables  are  also  repeated. 

256.  «  The  voice  of  praise."  B  u:W?,e,n.70U  m{*e  ?our  hjghest  notes, 

1  Lift  up  to  God  the  voice  of  praise, 

Whose  breath  our  souls  inspired ; 
Loud  and  more  loud  the  anthems  raise, 
With  grateful  ardor  fired. 

2  LifUrp  to  God  the  voice  of  praise, 

Whose  goodness,  passing  thought, 
Loads  every  moment,  as  it  flies, 
With  benefits  unsought. 

3  Lift  up  to  God  the  voice  of  praise, 

From  -whom  salvation  flows  ; 
Who  sent  his  Son  our  souls  to  save 
From  everlasting  woes. 

4  Lift  up  to  God  the  voice  of  praise, 

For  hope's  transporting  ray, 
Which  lights  through  darkest  shades  of 
death 
To  realms  of  endless  day. 


ZbZ.  "  Greater  love  hath  no  man  than  Has." 

1  Plunged  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair, 

We  wretched  sinners  lay, 
Without  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope, 
Or  spark  of  glimmering  day. 

2  With  pitying  eyes  the  Prince  of  Grace 

Beheld  our  helpless  grief; 
He  saw,  and,  oh,  amazing  love r— 
He  ran  to  our  relief. 

3  Down  froittthe  shining  seats  above 

With  joyful  haste  he  fled, 
Entered  the  grave  in  mortal  flesh, 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

4  Oh,  fortius  love  let  rocks  and  hills 

Their  lasting  silence  break ; 
And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
The  Saviour's  praises  speak  ! 

5  Angels,  assist  our  mighty  joys ! 

Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold ! 


*  Unto  us  a  Chile?  in  born." 
Isaiah  9:6,7. 

1  To  us  a  Child  of  hope  is  born, 
To  us  a  Son  is  given ; 

Him  shall  the  tribes  of  earth  obey, 
Him  all  the  hosts  of  heaven. 

2  His  name  shall  be  the  Prince  of  Peace, 
For  evermore  adored ; 

The  Wonderful,  the  Counselor, 
The  great  and  mighty  Lord ! 

3  His  power,  increasing,  still  shall  spread; 
His  reign  no  end  shall  know : 

Justice  shall  guard  his  throne  above, 
And  peace  abound  below. 

4  To  us  a  Child  of  hope  is  born, 
To  us  a  Son  is  given  ; 

The  Wonderful,  the  Counselor, 
The  mighty  Lord  of  heaven. 

^  '  '  •  "Joy  to  the  world  /" 

1  Joy  to  the  world  !  the  Lord  is  come ! 

Let  earth  receive  her  King; 
Let  every  heart  prepaie  him  room, 
And  heaven  and  nature  sing. 

2  Joy  to  the  world  !  the  Saviour  reigns! 

Let  men  their  songs  employ ; 
While  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills,  and 
plains 
Repeat  the  sounding  joy. 

3  No  more  let  sin  and  sorrow  grow, 

Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground ; 
He  comes  to  make  his  blessings  flow 
Far  as  the  curse  is  found. 

4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 

And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  his  righteousness, 
And  wonders  of  his  love. 


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33/  .  The  Xew  Song.— Rev.  5. 

1  Behold  the  glories  of  the  Lamb, 

Amid  his  Father's  throne  ; 
Prepare  new  honors  for  his  name, 
And  songs  before  unknown. 

2  Let  elders  worship  at  his  feet, 

The  church  adore  around, 
With  vials  full  of  odor  sweet, 
And  harps  of  sweeter  sound. 

3  Those  are  the  prayers  of  all  the  saints, 

And  these  the  hymns  they  raise : 
Jesus  is  kind  to  our  complaints  : 
He  loves  to  hear  our  praise. 

4  Now  to  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain, 

Be  endless  blessings  paid ! 
Salvation,  glory,  joy,  remain 
For  ever"on  thy  head ! 

5  Thou  hast  redeemed  our  souls  with  blood, 

Hast  set  the  prisoners  free, 
Hast  made  us  kino;s  and  priests  to  God, 
And  we  shall  reign  with  thee. 

Qfto      "Lift  up  your  hearfx,  0  ye  gates." 
OUO.  Psalm  24. 

1  Lift  up  your  heads,  eternal  gates  ! 

Unfold,  to  entertain 
The  King  of  glory;  see !  he  comes, 
With  his  celestial  train. 

2  Who  is  this  King  of  glory — who  ? 

The  Lord,  for  strength  renowned  ; 
In  battle  mighty  ;  o'er  his  foes 
Eternal  Victor  crowned. 

3  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  gates !  unfold^ 

In  state  to  entertain 
The  King  of  glory  ;  see !  he  comes, 
With  all  his  shining  train. 
1  Who  is  the  King  of  glory— who  ? 
The  Lord  of  hosts  renowned : 


Of  erlory  he  alone  is  King, 
"VVho  is  with  glory  crowned. 

007  "Shout  unto  Goo:  u-ith  the  voice  of  trv 

00  <  .  umph." — Psalm  47. 

1  Arise,  ye  people,  and  adore; 

Exulting,  strike  the  chord  ! 
Let  all  the  earth,  from  shore  to  shore, 
Confess  th'  almighty  Lord. 

2  Glad  shouts  aloud,  wide  echoing  round, 

Th'  ascending  God  proclaim  ; 
Th'  angelic  choir  respond  the  sound, 
And  shake  creation's  frame. 

3  They  sing  of  death  and  hell  o'erthrown 

In  that  triumphant  hour ; 
And  God  exalts  his  conquering  Son 
To  his  right  hand  of  power. 

•i  Oh,  shout  ye  people,  and  adore; 
Exulting  strike  the  chord  ! 
Let  all  the  earth,  from  shore  to  shore, 
Confess  th'  almighty  Lord  I 

IJ.O0.     "Welcome,  each  closing  year.'''' 

1  Awake,  ye  saints  !  and  raise  your  eyes, 

And  lift  you  voices  high ; 
Awake,  and  praise  the  sovereign  love, 
That  shows  salvation  nigh. 

2  Swift  on  the  wings  of  time  it  flies, 

Each  moment  brings  it  near; 
Then  welcome,  each  declining  day  ! 
Welcome  each  closing  year1. 

3  Not  many  years  their  round  shall  run, 

Not  many  mornings  rUe, 
Ere  all  its  glories  stand  revealed 
To  our  admiring  eyes. 

4  Ye  wheels  of  nature,  speed  your  course! 

Ye  mortal  powers,  decay ! 
Fast  as  ye  bring  the  night" of  death, 
Ye  bring  eternal  day. 


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1  Softly  fades  the  twilight  ray 
Of  the  holy  Sabbath  day ; 
Gently  as  life's  setting  sun, 
When  the  Christian's  course  is  run. 

2  Peace  is  on  the  world  abroad ; 
'T  is  the  holy  peace  of  God ; 
Symbol  of  the  peace  within, 
When  the  spirit  rests  from  sin. 

3  Still  the  Spirit  lingers  near, 
Where  the  evening  worshiper 
Seeks  communion  with  the  skies, 
Pressing  onward  to  the  prize. 

4  Saviour,  may  our  Sabbaths  be 
Days  of  peace  and  joy  in  thee! 
Till  in  heaven  our  souls  repose, 
Where  the  Sabbath  ne'er  shall  close. 

ZUO.   Confidence  in  God's  Care. — Psalm  23. 

1  To  thy  pastures  fair  and  large, 
Heavenly  Shepherd,  lead  thy  charge  ; 
And  my  couch,  with  tenderest  care, 
'Mid  the  springing  grass  prepare. 

2  When  I  faint  with  summer's  heat, 
Thou  shalt  guide  my  weary  feet 
To  the  streams  that^  still  and  slow, 
Through  the  verdant  meadows  flow. 

3  Safe  the  dreary  vale  I  tread, 

By  the  shadesof  death  o'erspread, 
With  thy  rod  and  staff  supplied — 
This  my  guard,  and  that  my  guide. 

4  Constant  to  my  latest  end, 
Thou  my  footsteps  shalt  attend ; 
Thou  shalt  bid  thy  hallowed  dome 
Yield  me  an  eternal  home. 


0  Q  f±     "  I  know  my  sheep,  and  am  known 
°  °  u  •  of  mine." 

1  Jesus,  Shepherd  of  the  sheep ; 
Powerful  is  thine  arm  to  keep 
All  thy  flocks  with  safest  care, 
Fed  in  pastures  large  and  fair. 

2  Thee  their  Guide  and  Guard  they  own; 
Thee  they  love,  and  thee  alone : 

Thee  they  follow  day  by  day, 
Fearful  lest  their  feet  should  stray. 

3  Lord,  thy  helpless  sheep  behold ; 
Gather  all  unto  thy  fold ; 
Gently  lead  the  wanderers  home ; 
Watch  them,  lest  again  they  roam, 

4  Bring  thy  sheep,  now  far  astray, 
Lost  in  Satan's  evil  way ; 
Then,  the  fold  and  shepherd  one, 

We  shall  praise  thee  round  the  throne. 


Cast  thy  burden  upon  the  Lord. 
Psalm  55. 


416. 


1  Cast  thy  burden  on  the  Lord ; 
Lean  thou  only  on  his  word : 
Ever  will  he  be  thy  stay, 

Though  the  heavens  shall  melt  away. 

2  Ever  in  the  raging  storm, 

Thou  shalt  see  his  cheering  form, 
Hear  his  pledge  of  coming  aid : 
"It  is  I,  be  not  afraid." 

3  Cast  thy  burden  at  his  feet ; 
Linger  near  his  mercy-seat : 
He  will  lead  thee  b}r  the  hand 
Gently  to  the  better  land. 

4  He  will  gird  thee  by  his  power, 
In  thy  weary,  fainting  hour ; 
Lean,  then,  loving,  on  his  word; 
Cast  thy  burden  on  the  Lord. 


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Out.  "I  lay  down  my  life  for  the  sheep." 

1  Shepherd  of  the  ransomed  flock. 
Lead  us  to  the  shadowing  rock, 
Where  the  cooling-  waters  flow, 
Where  the  freshening  pastures  grow. 

2  Grant,  O  Lord,  that  we  may  he 
Ever  glad  to  follow  thee ; 

And  with  thankful  hearts  rejoice, 
When  we  hear  thy  gracious  voice. 

3  Saviour,  when  thy  loved  ones  stray 
From  the  new  and  living  way, 
Gently  call  thine  own  by  name  ; 
All  our  wand'ring  steps  reclaim. 

4  Through  the  hours  of  darksome  night 
Keep  us  in  thy  watchful  sight ; 

O'er  each  deadly  foe  prevail, 
Let  no  harm  thy  fold  assail. 

5  Jesus,  who  thy  life  didst  give, 
Dying  that  thy  sheep  might  live ; 
Let  us  in  thy  presence  rest, 
With  eternal  comfort  blest. 

44^J.  "  Every  precious  name  i»  One" 

1  Sweeter  sounds  than  music  knows 

Charm  me  in  Immanuel's  name  ; 
All  her  hopes  my  spirit  owes 
To  his  birth,  and  cross,  and  shame. 

2  When  he  came,  the  angels  sung, 

"  Glory  be  to  God  on  high :" 
Lord,  unloose  my  stammering  tongue  ; 
Who  should  louder  sing  than  I  ? 

8  Did  the  Lord  a  man  become, 
That  he  might  the  law  fulfill, 
Bleed  and  suffer  in  my  room, — 
And  canst  thou,  my  tongue,  be  still  ? 

I  No :  I  must  my  praises  bring, 

Though  they  worthless  are,  and  weak ; 


For,  should  I  refuse  to  sing, 
Sure  the  very  stones  would  speak. 

5  O  my  Saviour!  Shield,  and  Sun, 

Shepherd,  Brother,  Lord,  and  Friend — 
Every  precious  name  in  one ! 
I  will  love  thee  without  end. 

514.  Tlie  Voice  of  Jesus.— Matt.  11:  2S-80. 

1  Come,  said  Jes*us'  sacred  voice, 
Come,  and  make  my  paths  your  choice ', 
I  will  guide  you  to  your  home  ; 
Weary  wanderer,  hither  come ! 

2  Thou  who,  homeless  and  forlorn, 
Long  hast  borne  the  proud  world's  scorn, 
Long  hast  roamed  the  barren  waste, 
Weary  wanderer,  hither  haste. 

3  Ye  who,  tossed  on  beds  of  pain, 
Seek  for  ease,  but  seek  in  vain ; 
Ye,  by  fiercer  anguish  torn, 

In  remorse  for  guilt  w7ho  mourn : — 

4  Hither  come  !  for  here  is  found 
Balm  that  flows  for  every  wound ; 
Peace  that  ever  shall  endure, 
Rest  eternal,  sacred,  sure. 

965.         "  Tlie  God  of  my  lifer 

1  Source  and  Giver  of  repose, 
From  thee  all  my  comfort  flows : 
Peace  and  happiness  are  thine  ; 
Mine  they  are,  if  thou  art  mine. 

2  Thee  to  praise  and  thee  to  know, 
Constitute  my  bliss  below ; 
Thee  to  see  and  thee  to  love 
Constitute  my  bliss  above. 

3  Lord !  it  is  not  life  to  live. 

If  thy  presence  thou  deny: 

Lord !  if  thou  thy  presence  give^ 

'T  is  no  longer  death  to  die. 


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4c  _L-± .  Clirist  is  mine. 

1  Why  should  I  fear  the  darkest  hour, 
Or  tremble  at  the  tempest's  power  ? 
Jesus  vouchsafes  to  be  my  tower. 
Though  hot  the  fight,  why  quit  the  field  ? 
Why  should  I  either  flee' or  yield, 
Since  Jesus  is  my  mighty  Shield  ? 

2  Tho'  all  the  flocks  and  herds  were  dead, 
My  soul  a  famine  need  not  dread, 

For  Jesus  is  my  living  bread. 
I  know  not  what  may  soon  betide, 
Or  how  my  wants  shall  be  supplied  ; 
But  Jesus'knows  and  will  provide. 
S  Though  sin  would  fill  me  with  distress, 
The  throne  of  grace  I  dare  address, 
For  Jesus  is  my  righteousness. 
Against  me  earth  and  hell  combine, 
But  on  my  side  is  power  divine  : 
Jesus  is  all,  and  he  is  mine. 

U  O O .  "  Laved  tcith  an  everlasting  love."1 

1  Though  waves  and  storms  go  o'er  my 

head, 
Though    strength,    and    health,    and 
friends  be  gone ; 
Though  joys  be  withered  all,  and  dead, 
Though  "every  comfort  be  withdrawn ; 
On  this  my  steadfast  soul  relies, — 
Father,  thy  mercy  never  dies. 

2  Fixed  on  this  ground  will  I  remain, 

Though  heart  may  fail,  and  flesh  decay ; 
This  anchor  shall  my  soul  sustain, 

When  earth's  foundations  melt  away: 
Mercy's  full  power  I  then  shall  prove, 
Loved  with  an  everlasting  love. 

Q  (\  8         Tlie  Communion  of  Saints. 
OUO.  Heb>  12.  1S_25. 

1  Not  to  the  mount  that  burned  with  flame, 

To  darkness,  tempest,  and  the  sound 

Of  trumpets'  tone  that,  startling,  came, 

Nor  voice  of  words  that  rent  the  ground, 


While  Israel  heard  with  trembling  awe 
Jehovah  thunder  forth  his  law, — 
2 But  to  mount  Zion  we  are  come, 

The  city  of  the  living  God, 
Jerusalem  our  heavenly  home, 

The  courts  by  angel-legions  trod  ; 
Where  meet  in  everlasting  love 
The  Church  of  the  first-bom  above  ; — 

3  To  God,  the  Judge  of  quick  and  dead, 

The  perfect  spirits  of  the  just. 
Jesus,  our  great  new-covenant  Head, 

The  blood  of  sprinkling, — from  the  dust, 
That  better  things  than  Abel's  cries, 
And  pleads  a  Saviour's  sacrifice. 

4  Oh,  hearken  to  the  healing  voice, 

That  speaks  from  heaven,  in  tones  so 
mild! 
To-day,  are  life  and  death  our  choice  ; 

To-day,  through  mercy  reconciled, 
Our  all  to  God  we  yet  may  give : 
Now  let  us  hear  his  voice,  and  live. 


mK  u  Thou  wentest  forth  for  the  salvation 
°'  of  thy  people r 

1  Like  Israel's  host  to  exile  driven, 
Across  the  flood  the  pilgrims  fled ; 
Their  hands  bore  up  the  ark  of  Heaven, 
And  Heaven  their  trusting  footsteps  led, 
Till  on  these  savage  shores  they  trod, 
And  won  the  wilderness  for  God. 
2 Then,  when  their  weary  ark  found  rest, 
Another  Zion  proudly  grew ; 
In  more  than  Judah's  glory  dressed, 
With  light  that  Israel  never  knew  : 
From  sea  to  sea  her  empire  spread, 
Her  temple  heaven,  and  Christ  her  Head. 
3  Then,  let  the  grateful  church,  to-day, 
Its  ancient  rite  with  gladness  keep  ; 
And  still  our  fathers'  God  display 

His  kindness,  though  the  lathers  sleep : 
Oh,  bless,  as  thou  hast  blest  the  past, 
While  earth,and  time ,and  heaven  shall  last! 


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C  A9  "  7^n£  we  m«y  ??o2  7>6  ashamed  at  His 
OU-j.  coming." 

1  And  art  thou,  gracious  Master,  gone, 

A  mansion  to  prepare  for  me  ? 
Shall  I  behold  thee  on  thy  throne, 

And  there  for  ever  sit  with  thee  ? 
Then  let  the  world  approve  or  blame, 
I'll  triumph  in  thy  glorious  name ! 

2  Should  I,  to  gain  the  world's  applause, 

Or  to  escape  its  harmless  frown, 
Refuse  to  love  and  plead  thy  cause, 

And  make  thy  people's  lot  my  own, — 
"What  shame  would  fill  me  in  that  day, 
"When  thou  thy  glory  wilt  display  ! 

3  No ;  let  the  world  cast  out  my  name, 

And  vile  account  me,  if  they  will ; 
If  to  confess  the  Lord  be  shame, 

I  purpose  to  be  viler  still : 
For  thee,  my  God,  I  all  resign, 
Content  if  I  can  call  thee  mine. 

4  What  transport  then  shall  fill  my  heart, 

When  thou  my  worthless  name  wilt 
"When  I  shall  see  thee  as  thou  art,  [own; 

And  know  as  I  myself  am  known  ! 
From  sin  and  fear  and  sorrow  free, 
My  soul  shall  find  its  rest  in  thee. 

823.  "  Thee  will  1 'lover 

1  Thee  will  Hove,  my  Strength  and  Tower, 

Thee  will  I  love,  my  Joy  and  Crown, 
Thee  will  I  love  withall  my  power, 

In  all  rav  works, — and  thee  alone  ; 
Thee  will  I  love,  till  that  pure  fire 
Fills  my  whole  soul  with  strong  desire. 

2  In  darkness  willingly  I  strayed, 

I  sought  thee,  yet  from  thee  I  roved ; 
Far  wide  my  wandering  thoughts  were 
spread, 
Thy  creatures  more  than  thee  I  loved : 
And  now,  if  more  at  length  I  see, 
'Tis  through  thy  light,and  comes  from  thee. 
8  I  thank  thee,  uncreated  Sun, 
That  thy  bright  beams  on  me  have  shined; 
I  thank  thee,  who  Lust  overthrown 


My  foes,  and  healed  my  wounded  mind ; 
I  thank  thee,  whose  enlivening  voice 
Bids  my  freed  heart  in  thee  rejoice. 
■4  Thee  will  I  love,  my  Joy,  my  Crown ; 

Thee  will  I  love,  my  Lord,  my  God ; 
Thee  will  I  love  beneath  thy  frown 

Or  smile,  thy  scepter  or  thy  rod : 
What  though  my  heart  and  flesh  decay, 
Thee  shall  I  love  in  endless  day. 

"I  "I  X9  "  The  day  U  Thine,  the  night  also  is 
J.  J.  U-j .  Tiiiner—VsaXm  74. 

1  Thou  art,  O  God,  the  life  and  light 
Of  all  this  wondrous  world  we  see : 

Its  glow  by  day,  its  smile  by  night, 

Are  but  reflections  caught  from  thee ; 
Where'er  we  turn,  thy  glories  shine, 
And  all  things  fair  ami  bright  are  thine. 

2  When  day,  with  farewell  beam,  delays 
Among  the  opening  clouds  of  even, 

And  we  can  almost  think  we  gaze 

Through  golden  vistas  into  heaven, — 
Those  hues  that  mark  the  sun's  decline, 
So  soft,  so  radiant,  Lord,  are  thine. 

3  When  youthful  spring  aroundus  breathes, 

Thy  Spirit  warms  her  fragrant  sigh, 
And  every  flower  the  summer  wreathes 

Is  born  beneath  thy  kindling  eye: 
Where'er  we  turn,  thy  glories  shine, 
And  all  things  fair  and  "bright  are  thine. 

±Jti  {  .  "  I  know  whom  I  have  believed." 

1  Mr  Saviour !  can  it  ever  be, 
And  wilt  thou  deign  to  smile  on  me  ? 
Yes !  thou  wilt  own  me  on  that  day, — 
Thou  wilt  not  cast  my  soul  away ; 
I  know  in  whom  I  have  believed ; 
I  know  by  whom  I  am  received. 

3  'T  is  even  so,  my  dying  Lord ! 

Cleansed  by  thine  all-atoning  blood, 
I  venture  to  believe,  that  day, 
When  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away. 
Wrill  bring  me  bliss  without  alloy, 
And  consummate  and  crown  my  joy. 


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4 49.     '•  7b  7%-ee  /or  7t€?j7  tee  cry." 

1  Spirit  of  truth  !  on  this  thy  day, 

To  thee  for  help  we  cry, 
To  guide  us  through  the  dreary  way 
Of  dark  mortality. 

2  Wc  ask  not.  Lord,  the  cloven  flame, 

Or  tongues  of  various  tone  ; 
But  long  thy  praises  to  proclaim 
With  fervor  in  our  own. 

3  No  heavenly  harpings  soothe  our  ear, 

No  mystic  dreams"  we  share; 

Yet  hope  to  feel  thy  comfort  near, 

And  bless  thee  in  our  prayer. 

4  When  tongues  shall  cease  and  power 

decay, 
And  knowledge  empty  prove, 
Do  thou  thy  trembling  servants  stay 
With  faith,  and  hope,  and  love. 

i  0 1 .  Christ  above  all  else. 

1  Compared  with  Christ,  in  all  beside 

No  comeliness  I  see  ; 
The  one  thing  needful,  dearest  Lord, 
Is  to  he  one  with  thee. 

2  The  sense  of  thine  expiring  love 

Into  my  soul  convey : 
Thyself  bestow !  for  thee  alone, 
My  All  in  All,  I  pray. 

5  Less  than  thyself  will  not  suffice 

My  comfort  to  restore  ; 
More  than  thyself  I  can  not  crave, 

And  thou  canst  give  no  more. 
4  Whate'er  consists  not  with  thy  love, 

Oh,  teach  me  to  resign ! 
I  'm  rich  to  all  th'  intents  of  bliss, 

If  thou,  O  Lord,  art  mine. 

73^.  Christ  is  min e. 

1  When  blest  with  that  transporting  view, 
That  Jesus  died  for  me, 


For  this  sweet  hope  what  praise  is  due, 

0  God  of  grace,  to  thee! 

2  And  may  T  hope  that  Christ  is  mine  ? 

That  source  of  every  bliss, 
That  noblest  gift  of  love  divine  ? 
What  wondrous  grace  is  this  ! 

3  My  highest  praise,  alas,  how  poor ! 

How  cold  my  warmest  love  ! 
Dear  Saviour,  teach  me  to  adore 
As  angels  do  above. 

4  Then  shall  my  joyful  powers  unite 

In  more  exalted  lays, 
And  join  the  happy  sons  of  light 
In  everlasting  praise. 

744.        Fullness  of  Redemption. 

1  If  thou  impart  thyself  to  me, 

No  other  good  I  need : 
If  thou,  the  Son,  shalt  make  me  free, 

1  shall  be  free  indeed. 

2  I  can  not  rest  till  m  thy  blood 

I  full  redemption  have ; 
But  thou,  through  whom  I  come  to  God, 
Canst  to  the  utmost  save. 

3  From  sin, — theguilt,  thepower,  the  pain, 

Tbou  wilt  redeem  my  soul : 
Lord,  I  believe — and  not  in  vain  ; 
My  faith  shall  make  me  whole. 

4  I,  too,  with  thee,  shall  walk  in  white ; 

With  all  thy  saints  shall  prove 
The  length,  and  breadth,  and  depth  and 
height 
Of  everlasting  love. 

787.      "  Saviour,  Thyself  reveal? 
1  Saviour,  to  me  thyself  reveal, 

While  here  on  earth  I  rove ; 
Speak  to  my  heart,  and  let  me  feel 

The  kindling  of  thy  love. 


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All  time  and  toil  and  care  ; 

Labor  is  rest,  and  pain  is  sweet, 

If  thou,  my  God,  art  here. 

3  Here,  then,  my  God,  be  pleased  to  stay, 

And  make  my  heart  rejoice  ; 
My  bounding  heart  shall  own  thy  sway, 
And  echo  to  thy  voice. 

4  Thou  callest  me  to  seek  thy  face  ; 

Thy  face,  O  God,  I  seek  — 
Attend  the  whisper  of  thy  grace, 

And  hear  thee  inly  speak. 
E>  Let  this  my  every  hour  emplov, 

Till  I  thy  glory  see, 
Enter  into  my  Master's  joy, 

And  find  my  heaven  in  thee. 

olo.  "JVb?0,  Lord,  I  would  be  Thine  alone." 

1  As  by  the  light  of  opening  day 

The  stars  are  all  concealed, 
So  earthly  pleasures  fade  away 
When  Jesus  is  revealed. 

2  These  pleasures  now  no  longer  please, 

No  more  content  afford ; 
Far  from  my  heart  be  joys  like  these, 
For  I  have  seen  the  Lord. 

3  Now,  Lord  !  I  would  be  thine  alone, 

And  wholly  live  to  thee  ; 
But  may  I  hope  that  thou  wilt  own 
A  worthless  one  like  me  ? 

4  Yes  ;  though  of  sinners  I  'm  the  worst, 

I  can  not  doubt  thy  will ; 
For  if  thou  hadst  not  loved  me  first, 
I  had  refused  thee  still. 

obZ.  The  Spirit  oj  Peace.  — Psal  m  1 33. 
1  Spirit  of  peace!  celestial  Dove  ! 

How  excellent  thy  praise ! 
No  richer  gift  thao  Christian  love 

Thy  gracious  power  displays. 


2  Sweet  as  the  dew  on  herb  and  flower 

That  silently  distills, 
At  evening's  soft  and  balmy  hour, 
On  Zion's  fruitful  hills, — 

3  So,  with  mild  influence  from  above, 

Shall  promised  grace  descend, 
Till  universal  peace  and  love 
O'er  all  the  earth  extend ! 

Q11     "I  dwell  zcith  him  that  is  of  a  humbla 
^J-J-  spirit." 

1  Thy  home  is  with  the  humble,  Lord ! 

The  simplest  are  the  best ; 
Thy  lodging  is  in  child-like  hearts  ; 
Thou  makest  there  thy  rest. 

2  Dear  Comforter !  eternal  Love ! 

If  thou  wilt  stay  with  me, 
Of  lowly  thoughts  and  simple  ways 
I  '11  build  a  house  for  thee. 

3  Who  made  this  beating  heart  of  miae 

But  thou,  my  heavenly  Guest  ? 
Let  no  one  have  it,  then,  but  thee, 
And  iet  it  be  thy  rest ! 

912.        TJie  Simplicity  of  Christ. 

1  Oh,  see  how  Jesus  trusts  himself 

Unto  our  childish  love ! 
As  though  by  his  free  ways  with  us 
Our  earnestness  to  prove. 

2  His  sacred  name  a  common  word 

On  earth  he  loves  to  hear ; 
There  is  no  majesty  in  him 
Which  love  may  not  come  near. 

3  The  light  of  love  is  round  his  feet, 

His  paths  are  never  dim  ; 
And  he  comes  nigh  to  us  when  we 
Dare  not  come  nigh  to  him. 

4  Let  us  be  simple  with  him,  then, 

Not  backward,  stiff,  nor  coid, 
As  though  our  Bethlehem  could  be 
What  Sinai  was  of  old. 


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1  'T  is  not  that  I  did  choose  thee, 

For,  Lord,  that  could  not  be ; 
This  heart  would  still  refuse  thee, 

But  thou  hast  chosen  me : 
Thou  from  the  sin  that  stained  me 

Hast  made  me  pure  and  free  ; 
Of  old  thou  hast  ordained  me  . 

That  I  should  live  to  thee. 

2  'T  was  sovereign  mercy  called  me, 

And  taught  my  opening  mind ; 
The  world  had  else  enthralled  me, 

To  heavenly  glories  blind. 
My  heart  owns  none  above  thee  ; 

For  thy  rich  grace  I  thirst ; 
This  knowing,  if  I  love  thee, 

Thou  must  have  loved  me  first. 

894.        " Be  strong  in  the  Lord.'" 

1  O  faint  and  feeble-hearted, 

Why  thus  cast  down  with  fear  ? 
Fresh  aid  shall  be  imparted  ; 
Thy  God  unseen  is  near. 

2  His  eye  can  never  slumber, 

He  marks  thy  cruel  foes ; 
Observes  their  strength,  their  number, 
And  all  thy  weakness  knows. 

3  Though  heavy  clouds  of  sorrow 

Make  dark  thy  path  to-day, 
There  may  shine  forth  to-mc  rrow 
Once  more  a  cheering  ray. 


4  Though  doubts  and  griefs  assailing 

Conceal  heaven's  fair  abode  ; 

Yet  now  faith's  power  prevailing 

Should  stay  thy  mind  on  God. 


1051.  An  ancient  Sacramental  Hymn. 

1  O  Bread  to  pilgrims  given, 

O  Food  that  angels  eat, 
O  Manna  sent  from  heaven, 

For  heaven-born  natures  meet ! 
Give  us  for  thee  long  pining, 

To  eat  till  richly  filled : 
Till  earth's  delights  resigning, 

Our  every  wish  is  stilled ! 

2  O  Water,  life-bestowing, 

From  out  the  Savioui  's  heart, 
A  fountain  purely  flowing, 

A  fount  of  love  thou  art ! 
Oh  let  us,  freely  tasting, 

Our  burning  thirst  assuage  ! 
Thy  sweetness  never  wasting, 

Avails  from  age  to  age. 

3  Jesus,  this  feast  receiving, 

We  thee  unseen  adore  ; 
Thv  faithful  world  believing, 

We  take— and  doubt  no  more: 
Give  us,  thou  true  and  loving, 

On  earth  to  live  in  thee  ; 
Then  death,  the  vail  removing, 

Thy  glorious  face  to  see  ! 


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1Uo1-  God." 

1  On  the  mountain's  top  appearing, 

Lo  !  the  sacred  herald  stands, 
Welcome  news  to  Zion  bearing, 
Zion  long  in  hostile  lands : 

Mourning  captive ! 
God  himself  will  loose  thy  bands. 

2  Has  thy  night  been  long  and  monrnful  ? 

Have  thy  friends  unfaithful  proved? 
Have  thy  foes  been  proud  and  scornful, 
By  thy  sighs  and  tears  unmoved  ? 

Cease  thy  mourning ! 
Zion  still  is  well  beloved. 

God,  thy  God  will  now  restore  thee ; 

He  himself  appears  thy  Friend ; 
All  thy  foes  shall  flee  before  thee ; 

Here  their  boasts  and  triumphs  end : 
Great  deliverance 

Zion's  King  vouchsafes  to  send. 

4  Enemies  no  more  shall  trouble, — 
All  thy  wrongs  shall  be  redressed ; 
For  thy  shame  thou  shalt  have  double, 
In  thy  Maker's  favor  blest : 

All  thy  conflicts 
End  in  everlasting  rest. 

1127.  "  TJiy  kingdom  conn?."— Matt.  6:  10. 

1  O'er  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness 

Look,  my  soul !  be  still, — and  gaze ; 
See  the  promises  advancing 
To  a  glorious  day  of  grace : 

Blessed  jubilee! 
Let  thy  glorious  morning  dawn. 

2  Let  the  dark,  benighted  pagan, 

Let  the  rude  barbarian  see 
That  divine  and  glorious  conquest, 
Once  obtained  "on  Calvary : 

Let  the  gospel 
Loud  resound,  from  pole  to  pole! 

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3  Kingdoms  wide  that  sit  in  darkness — 

Grant  them,  Lord,  the  glorious  light : 
Now  from  eastern  coast  to  western 
May  the  morning  chase  the  night ; 

Let  redemption, 
Freely  purchased,  win  the  day. 

4  Fly  abroad,  thou  mighty  gospel ! 

Win  and  conquer,— never  cease; 
May  thy  lasting,  wide  dominions 
Multiply  and  still  increase  : 

Sway  thy  scepter, 
Saviour !  all  the  world  around. 

1 A  o  0 .     The  Judgm  en  t  welcomed. 

1  Lo !  he  cometh — countless  trumpets 

Wake  to  life  the  slumbering  dead ; 
Mid  ten  thousand  saints  and  angels, 
See  their  great,  exalted  Head : 

Hallelujah : 
Welcome,  welcome,  Son  of  God ! 

2  Full  of  joyful  expectation, 

Saints  behold  the  Judge  appear! 
Truth  and  justice  go  before  him — 
Now  the  ioyful  sentence  hear : 

Hallelujah ! 
WTelcome,  welcome,  Judge  divine ! 

3  "  Come,  ye  blessed  of  my  Father, 

Enter  into  life  and  joy  ; 
Banish  all  your  fears  and  sorrows ; 
Endless  praise  be  your  employ  :" 

Hallelujah ! 
Welcome,  welcome  to  the  skies ! 

Doxologt. 

Great  Jehovah,  we  adore  thee, 
God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 

God  the  Spirit,  joined  in  glory 
On  the  same  eternal  throne; 

Endless  praises 
To  Jehovah,  Three  in  One  I 


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Z  (J  1 .  God  a  sure  Defense. 

1  Ye  humble  souls,  approach  your  God 

With  songs  of  sacred  praise ; 
For  he  is  good,  supremely  good, 
And  kind  are  all  his  ways. 

2  All  nature  owns  his  guardian  care ; 

In  him  we  live  and  move ; 
But  nobler  benefits  declare 
The  wonders  of  his  love. 

3  He  gave  his  well-beloved  Son, 

To  save  our  souls  from  sin  : 
'T  is  here  he  makes  his  goodness  known, 
And  proves  it  all  divine. 

4  To  this  dear  Refuge,  Lord,  we  come, 

And  here  our  hope  relies  ; 
A  safe  defense,  a  peaceful  home, 
When  storms  of  trouble  rise. 

5  Thine  eye  beholds,  with  kind  regard, 

The  souls  who  trust  in  thee ; 
Their  humble  hope  thou  wilt  reward 
With  bliss  divinely'  free. 

6  Great  God !  to  thine  almighty  love 

What  honors  shall  we  raise  ? 
Not  all  the  raptured  songs  above 
Can  render  equal  praise. 

o£o.  "  The  Love  of  Christ  constraineth  «i" 

1  Jesus,  in  thy  transporting  name 

What  blissful  glories  rise ! 
Jesus — the  angels'  sweetest  theme 
The  wonder  of  the  skies ! 

2  Well  might  the  skies  with  wonder  view 

A  love  so  strange  as  thine ! 
No  thought  of  angels  ever  knew 
Compassion  so  divine ! 

3  Jesus,  and  didst  thou  leave  the  sky 

To  bear  our  sins  and  woes  ? 


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And  didst  thou  bleed,  and  groan,  and  die 
For  vile,  rebellious  foes  ? 

4  Is  there  a  heart  that  will  not  bfnd 

To  thy  divine  control  ? 
Descend,  O  sovereign  Love,  descend, 
And  melt  the  stubborn  soul ! 

5  Oh,  may  our  willing  hearts  confess 

Thy  sweet,  thy  gentle  sway ! 
Glad  captives  of  resistless  grace, 
Thy  pleasing  rule  obey. 

6  Come,  dearest  Lord,  extend  thy  reign, 

Till  rebels  rise  no  more  ; 
Thy  praise  all  nature  then  shall  join, 
And  heaven  and  earth  adore. 


1 1  Q  A     "  They  come,  they  come — thine  exiled 
1L03:.  bands.n 

1  Daughter  of  Zion !  from  the  dust 

Exalt  thy  fallen  head ; 
Again  in  thy  Redeemer  trust ; 
He  calls  thee  from  the  dead. 

2  Awake,  awake !  put  on  thy  strength, 

Thy  beautiful  array ; 
The  day  of  freedom  dawns  at  length, 
The  Lord's  appointed  day. 

3  Rebuild  thy  walls,  thy  bounds  enlarge, 

And  send  thy  heralds  forth ; 
Say  to  the  south,  "  Give  up  thy  charge," 
And  keep  not  back,  O  north ! 

4  They  come,  they  come! — thine  exiled 

bands, 
Where'er  they  rest  or  roam, 
Have  heard  thy  voice  in  distant  lands, 
And  hasten  to  their  home. 

5  Thus,  though  the  universe  shall  burn, 

And  God  his  works  destroy, 
With  songs  thy  ransomed  shall  return, 
And  everlasting  joy. 


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1  Happy  the  souls  to  Jesus  joined, 

Aucl  saved  by  grace  alone : 
Walking  in  all  his  ways,  they  find 
Their  heaven  on  earth  begun. 

2  The  church  triumphant  in  thy  love, — 

Their  mighty  joys  we  know  : 
They  sing  the  Lamb  in  hymns  above, 
And  we,  in  hymns  below. 

3  Thee,  in  thy  glorious  realm,  they  praise 

And  bow  before  thy  throne: 
We,  in  the  kingdom  of  thy  grace  ;— 
The  kingdoms  are  but  one. 

4  The  holy  to  the  holiest  leads ; 

From  thence  our  spirits  rise : 

And  he  that  in  thy  statutes  treads 

Shall  meet  thee  in  the  skies. 

Oil.     *  Of  one  heart  and  of  one  soul." 

1  Blest  be  the  dear,  uniting  love, 

That  will  not  let  us  part : 
Our  bodies  may  far  off  remove ; 
We  still  are  one  in  heart. 

2  Joined  in  one  spirit  to  our  head, 

Where  he  appoints  wp  go  ; 
We  stid  in  Jesus'  footsteps  tread, 
And  show  his  praise  below. 

3  Oh,  may  we  ever  walk  in  him, 

And  nothing  know  beside  ! 
Nothing  desire,  nothing  esteem, 
But  Jesus  crucified ! 

4  Partakers  of  the  Saviour's  grace, 

The  same  in  mind  and  heart, 
Not  joy,  nor  grief,  nor  time,  nor  place, 
Nor  life,  nor  death,  can  part. 


■  Sympathy  like  that  of  Christ? 
Luke  10  :  3U— 37. 


873. 


1  Father  of  mercies,  send  thy  grace, 
All-powerful  from  above, 


To  form  in  our  obedient  souls 
The  image  of  thy  love. 

2  Oh,  may  our  sympathizing  breasts 

That  generous  pleasure  know, 
Kindly  to  share  in  others'  joy, 
And  weep  for  others'  woe ! 

3  When  poor  and  helpless  sons  of  grief 

In  deep  distress  are  laid, 
Soft  be  our  hearts  their  pains  to  feel, 
And  swift  our  hands  to  aid. 

4  So  Jesus  looked  on  dying  men, 

When  throned  above  the  skies, 
And  in  the  Father's  bosom  blest, 
He  felt  compassion  rise. 

5  On  wings  of  love  the  Saviour  flew, 

To  raise  us  from  the  ground, 
And  made  the  richest  of  his  blood 
A  balm  for  every  wound  ! 

OQO  '■'■They  shall  he  as  Mount  ZionP 

<->oo.  rsalm  125< 

1  Unshaken  as  the  sacred  hill, 

And  fixed  as  mountains  be, 
Firm  as  a  rock  the  soul  shall  rest, 
That  leans,  O  Lord,  on  thee  ! 

2  Not  walls,  nor  hills,  could  guard  so  well 

Old  Salem's  happy  ground, 

As  those  eternal  arms  of  love, 

That  every  saint  surround. 

3  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  souls  sincere, 

And  lead  them  safely  on  - 
To  the  bright  gates  of  paradise, 
Where  Christ,  their  Lord,  is  gone, 

Doxology. 

To  FathciySon,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

One  GocH  whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory  as  it  was,  is  now, 

And  shall  be  evermore  I 


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/Id."  Flow  fast,  my  tears  /"—Luke  22 :  62. 

1  Flow  fast,  my  tears !  the  cause  is  great ; 

This  tribute  claims  an  injured  Friend — 
One  whom  I  long  pursued  with  hate, 
And  yet  he  loved  me  to  the  end. 

2  Fast  flow  my  tears, — yet  faster  flow ! 

Stream  copious  as  yon  purple  tide : 
'T  was  I  that  dealt  the  deadly  blow  ; 
I  urged  the  hand  that  pierced  his  side. 

3  Fast,  and  yet  faster  flow  my  tears ! 

Love  breaks  the  heart,  and  drowns  the 
eyes; 
His  visage  marred  toward  heaven  he 
rears, 
And,  pleading  for  his  murderers,  dies ! 

78o.  Unto  Jesus. 

1  See  a  poor  sinner,  dearest  Lord, 
Whose  soul,  encouraged  by  thy  word, 
At  mercy's  footstool  would  remain, 
And  then  would  look, — and  look  again. 

2  Ah !  bring  a  wretched  wanderer  home, 
Now  to  thy  footstool  let  me  come, 
And  tell  thee  all  my  grief  and  pain, 
And  wait  and  look, — and  look  again. 

S  Take  courage,  then,  my  trembling  soul ; 
One  look  from  Christ  will  make  thee 

whole : 
Trust  thou  in  him,  't  is  not  in  vain, 
But  wait  and  look, — and  look  again. 

4  Look  to  the  Lord,  his  word,  his  throne  ; 
Look  to  his  grace,  and  not  your  own  ; 
There  wait  and  look,  and  look  again  ; 
You  shall  not  wait,  nor  look  in  vain. 

5  Ere  long  that  happy  day  will  come, 
When  I  shall  reach  my  blissful  home  ; 
And  when  to  glory  I  attain, 

Oh,  then  I  '11  look,— and  look  again ! 


0  R4.    "  Return  unto  thy  rest,  0  my  soul.'" 
t7°*«  Psalm  116. 

1  Return,  my  soul,  unio  thy  rest, 

From  vain  pursuits  and  maddening 
cares, 
From  lonely  woes  that  wring  thy  breast, 
The  world's  alluring,  fatal"  snares. 

2  Return  unto  thy  rest,  my  soul, 

From  allthe  wanderings  of  thy  thought, 

From  sickness  unto  death  made  whole, 

Safe  through  a  thousand  perils  brought. 

3  Then  to  thy  rest,  my  soul,  return, 

From  passions  every  hour  at  strife : 
Sin's  works  and  ways  and  wages  spurn ; 
Lay  hold  upon  eternal  life. 

4  God  is  thy  Rest ;  with  heart  inclined 

To  keep  his  word,  that  word  believe  : 
Christ  is  thy  Rest ;  with  lowly  mind, 
His  light  and  easy  yoke  receive. 

1091    Prayer  of  the  Church  in  Time  of  Be- 
±\JA±.  sertion.— Psalm  80. 

1  Great  Shepherd  of  thine  Israel, 
Who  didst  between  the  cherubs  dwell, 
And  lead  the  tribes,  thy  chosen  sheep, 
Safe  through  the  desert  and  the  deep  I 

2  Thy  church  is  in  the  desert  now ; 
Shine  from  on  high,  and  guide  us  thro' ; 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  restore  : 

We  shall  be  saved,  and  sigh  no  more. 

3  Hast  thou  not  planted  with  thy  hand 
A  lovely  vine  in  this  our  land  ? 

Did  not  thy  power  defend  it  round, 
And  heavenly  dew  enrich  the  ground  ? 

4  How  did  the  spreading  branches  shoot. 
And  bless  the  nations  with  their  fruit  t 
But  now,  O  Lord,  look  down  and  see 
Thy  mourning  vine,  that  lovely  tree. 

5  Return,  almighty  God,  return  ! 

Nor  let  thy  bleeding  vineyard  mourn : 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  restore ; 
We  shall  be  saved  and  sigh  no  more! 


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1  While  life  prolongs  its  precious  light, 

Mercy  is  found,  and  peace  is  given ; 

But  soon,  ah !  soon,  approaching  night 

Shall  blot  out  every  hope  of  heaven. 

2  While  God  invites,  how  blest  the  day ! 

How  sweet    the    gospel's    charming 
sound ! 
Come,  sinners,  haste,  oh,  haste  away, 
While  yet  a  pardoning  God  he 's  found. 

3  Soon,  borne  on  time's  most  rapid  wing, 

Sball  death  command  you  to  the  grave, 
Before  his  bar  your  spirits  bring, 
And  none  be  found  to  hear  or  save. 

4  In  that  lone  land  of  deep  despair 

No  Sabbath's  heavenly  light  shall  rise ; 
No  God  regard  your  bitter  prayer, 
Nor  Saviour  call  you  to  the  skies. 

5  Now  God  invites — how  blest  the  day  ! 

How  sweet    the    gospel's    charming 
sound ! 
Come,  sinners,  haste,  oh,  haste  away, 
While  yet  a  pardoning  God  is  found. 

OO 1 .        "  Who  shall  deliver  me  ?" 

1  Oh  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone ! 

Oh  that  I  could  at  last  submit 
At  Jesus'  feet  to  lay  it  down — 
To  lay  my  soul  at  Jesus'  feet ! 

2  Rest  for  my  soul  I  long  to  find : 

Saviour  of  all,  if  mine  thou  art, 
Give  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind, 
And  stamp  thine  image  on  my  heart. 

3  Break  off  the  yoke  of  inbred  sin, 

And  fully  set  my  spirit  free : 

I  can  not  rest,  till  pure  within — 

Till  I  am  wholly  lost  in  thee. 

4  Fain  would  I  learn  of  thee,  my  God — 

Thy  light  and  easy  burden  prove ; 


The  cross  all  stained  with  hallowed  blood, 
The  labor  of  thy  dying  love. 
5  I  would — but  thou  must  give  the  power ; 
My  heart  from  every  sin  release : 
Bring  near,  bring  near  the  joyful  hour, 
And  1111  me  with  thy  perfect  peace ! 

'JO  A     "  All  things  hut  loss  for  Christ." 
1  ^^'  "Phil.  3:  7,  S. 

1  No  more,  my  God,  I  boast  no  more 

Of  all  the  duties  I  have  done  ; 
I  quit  the  hopes  I  held  before, 
To  trust  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

2  Now,  for  the  love  I  bear  his  name, 

What  was  my  gain,  I  count  my  loss ; 
My  former  pride'l  call  my  shame, 
And  nail  my  glory  to  his  cross. 

3  Yes  ;  and  I  must  and  will  esteem 

All  things  but  loss  for  Jesus'  sake ; 
Oh,  may  my  soul  be  found  in  him, 
And  of  his  righteousness  partake ! 

4  The  best  obedience  of  my  hands 

Dares  not  appear  before  thy  throne ; 
But  faith  can  answer  thy  demands 
By  pleading  what  my  Lord  has  done. 

955. 

1  My  spirit  looks  to  God  alone  ; 
My  rock  and  refuge  is  his  throne  ; 
In  all  my  fears,  in  all  my  straits, 
My  soul  on  his  salvation  waits. 

2  ^rust  him,  ye  saints,  in  all  your  ways  \ 
Pour  out  your  hearts  before  his  face; 
When  helpers  fail,  and  foes  invade, 
God  is  our  all-sufficient  Aid. 

DOXOLOGY. 

Glory  to  thee,  O  God,  most  high'. 
Father,  we  praise  thy  majesty  ! 
The  Son,  the  Spirit,  we  adore, 
One  Godhead,  blest  for  evermore  I 


lie  is  my  defense ;  T  sir  all  not  oe 
moved.'" — Psalm  C2. 


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0  jc.  Evening  Twilight. 

1  I  love  to  steal,  awhile,  away 

From  every  cumbering  care, 
And  spend  the  hours  of  setting  day 
In  humble,  grateful  prayer. 

2  I  love,  in  solitude,  to  shed 

The  penitential  tear ; 
And  all  his  promises  to  plead, 
"Where  none  but  God  can  hear. 

3  I  lo7e  to  think  on  mercies  past, 

And  future  good  implore  ; 
And  all  my  cares  and  sorrows  cast 
On  him  whom  I  adore. 

4  I  love,  by  faith,  to  take  a  view 

Of  brighter  scenes  in  heaven  ; 
The  prospect  doth  my  strength  renew, 
"While  here  by  tempests  driven. 

5  Tims,  when  life's  toilsome  day  is  o'er, 

May  its  departing  ray 
Be  calm  as  this  impressive  hour, 
And  lead  to  endless  day ! 

1  ftQ        "Sow  in  tears — reap  in  joy" 
-LUJ-  Psalm  126; 

1  When  God  revealed  his  gracious  name, 

And  changed  my  mournful  state, 
My  rapture  seemed  a  pleasing  dream, 
The  grace  appeared  so  great. 

2  The  world  beheld  the  glorious  change, 

And  did  thy  hand  confess  ; 
My  tongue  broke  out  in  unknown  strains, 
And  sung  surprising  grace. 

3  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkest  skies, 

Can  give  us  day  for  night ; 
Make  drops  of  sacred  sorrow  rise 
To  rivers  of  delight. 

£  Let  those  that  sow  in  sadness  wait 
Till  the  fair  harvest,  come  j 


They  shall  confess  their  sheaves  are  great, 
And  shout  the  blessings  home. 

4Z4:."/fl,  all  points  tempted  like  as  ue  are." 

1  "With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 

Of  our  High  Priest  above : 
His  heart  is  made  of  tenderness — 
It  melts  with  pitying  love. 

2  Touched  with  a  sympathy  within, 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame  ; 
He  knows  what  sore  temptations  mean, 
For  he  hath  felt  the  same. 

3  He,  in  the  days  of  feeble  flesh, 

Poured  out  his  cries  and  tears ; 
And,  in  his  measure,  feels  afresh 
What  every  member  bears. 

•4  He  '11  never  quench  the  smoking  flax, 
But  raise  it  to  a  flame  ; 
The  bruised  reed  he  never  breaks, 
Nor  scorns  the  meanest  name. 

5  Then  let  our  humble  faith  address 
His  merey  and  his  power ; 
"We  shall  obtain  delivering  grace 
In  the  distressing  hour. 

488.  "  Thy  Word  is  a  lamp  unto  my  feet." 

1  How  precious  is  the  book  divine, 
By  inspiration  given ! 
Bright  as  a  lamp  its  doctrines  shine, 
To  guide  our  souls  to  heaven. 
3  It  sweetly  cheers  our  drooping  hearts, 
In  this  dark  vale  of  tears  ; 
Life,  light,  and  jay  it  still  imparts, 
And  quells  our  rising  fears. 

3  This  lamp,  through  all  the  tedious  night 
Of  life,  shall  guide  our  way ; 
Till  we  behold  the  clearer  light 
Of  an  eternal  day. 


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97ft     "  We  are  more  than  conquerors" 
Iyj>  Bom.  8 :  85-39. 

1  Who,  who  can  part  our  ransomed  souls 

From  Jesus  and  his  love  ; 
Or  break  the  sacred  chain  that  hinds 
The  earth  to  heaven  above  ? 

2  Let  troubles  rise,  and  terrors  frown, 

And  days  of  darkness  fall ; — 
Through  him  all  dangers  we'll  defy, 
And  more  than  conquer  all. 

3  Nor  death,  nor  life,  nor  earth,  nor  hell, 

Nor  time's  destroying  sway, 
Can  e'er  efface  us  from  his  heart, 
Or  make  his  love  decay. 

4  Each  coming  period  he  will  bless, 

As  he  hath  blest  the  past ; 
He  loved  us  from  the  first  of  time, — 
He  loves  us  to  the  last. 

X.  U 1 0 .  "  ffis  grace  was  not  in  vain .', 

1  Amazing  grace !  (how  sweet  the  sound !) 

That  saved  a  wretch  like  me : 
I  once  was  lost,  but  now  am  found, 
Was  blind,  but  now  I  see. 

2  'T  was  grace  that  taught  my  heart  to 

fear, 
And  grace  my  fears  relieved : 
How  precious  did  that  grace  appear, 
The  hour  I  first  believed ! 

8  Through  many  dangers,  toils,  and  snares, 
I  have  already  come  ; 
'T  is  grace  has  brought  me  safe  thus  far, 
And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 

X 1 U  0 .    «  Neither  do  I  condemn  thee." 
1  Oh,  if  thy  brow,  serene  and  calm, 

From  earthly  stain  is  free, 
View  not  with  scorn  the  erring  one, — 

He  once  was  pure  like  thee. 


3  Oh,  if  the  smiles  of  love  are  thine, 
Its  joyous  ecstasy, 
Shun  not  the  poor,  forsaken  one, — 
He  once  was  loved  like  thee ! 

3  And  still,  'mid  shame,  and  guilt,  and  woe, 
'   One  being  loves  him  still, 

Who,  blessing  thee,  hath  poured  on  him 
The  world's  extremest  ill. 

4  He  knows  the  secret  lure  which  led 

Those  youthful  steps  astray ; 
He  knows  that  they  who  holiest  are 
Might  fall  from  him  away. 

5  Then,  with  the  love  of  him  who  said, 

"Go  thou,  and  sin  no  more," 
Save,  save  the  sinner  from  despair, 
And  peace  and  hope  restore ! 

1  9AO    "In  my  Father's  house  are  many 
x£i\)\J.  mansions" 

1  When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 

To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 

And  hellish  darts  be  hurled, 

Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 

And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 

And  storms  of  sorrow  fall ; 
May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all, — 

4  There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul 

In  seas  of  heavenly  rest, 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 

DOXOLOGY. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

One  God,  whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory  as  it  was,  is  now, 

And  shall  be  evermore ! 


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0\)Ji.  The  constraining  Love  of  CJirist. 

1  0  love  divine,  what  hast  thou  done! 

The  Lord  of  life  hath  died  for  me! 
The  Father's  coeternal  Son 

Bore  all  my  sins  upon  the  tree : 
Th'  incarnate  God  for  me  hath  died  ; 
The  Lord,  my  Love,  was  crucified. 

2  Sinners,  behold,  as  3*0  pass  by, 

The  bleeding  Prince  of  life  and  peace, 
Come,  sinners,  see  your  Saviour  die, 

And  say,  was  ever  grief  like  his ! 
Come,  feel  with  me  his  blood  applied ; 
The  Lord,  my  Lcvef  was  crucified  ;— 

3  Was  crucified  for  you  and  me, 

To  bring  us,  rebels,  back  to  God  ;• 
Salvation  now  for  us  is  free  ; 

His  church  is  purchased  with  his  blood: 
Pardon  and  life  flow  from  his  side  ; 
The  Lord,  my  Love,  is  crucified. 

4  Then  let  us  sit  beneath  his  cross, 

And  gladly  catch  the  healing  stream ; 
All  things  for  him  account  but  dross, 

And  give  up  all  our  hearts  to  him  : 
Of  nothing  think  or  speak  beside — 
The  Lord,  my  Love,  was  crucified. 

0  0 1 .         The  return  in  g  Wa  n  derer. 

1  Weary  of  wandering  from  my  God, 

And  now  made  willing  to  return, 
I  hear,  and  bow  beneath  the  rod ; 

For  thee,  not  without  hope,  I  mourn : 
I  have  an  Advocate  above, 
A  Friend  before  the  throne  of  love. 

2  0  Jesus,  full  of  truth  and  grace ! 

More  full  of  grace  than  I  of  sin ; 
Yet  once  again  I  seek  thy  face, 
Open  thine  arms  and  take  me  in  ; 


And  freely  my  backslidings  heal, 
And  love  the  faithless  sinner  still. 

3  Thou  know'st  the  way  to  bring  me  back, 

My  fallen  spirit  to  restore  ; 
Oh,  for  thy  truth  and  mercy's  sake, 

Forgive,  and  bid  me  sin  no  more  ! 
The  ruins  of  my  soul  repair, 
And  make  my  heart  a  house  of  prayer. 

/  U-±.        Longing  to  follow  Christ. 

1  More  hard  than  marble  is  my  heart, 

And  foul  with  sins  of  deepest  stain  ; 
But  thou  the  mighty  Saviour  art, 

Nor  flowed  thy  cleansing  blood   in 
vain : 
Ah,  soften,  melt  this  rock,  and  may 
Thy  blood  wash  all  these  stains  away ! 

2  Oh  that  I,  as  a  little  child, 

>May  follow  thee,  and  never  rest, 
Till  sweetly  thou  hast  breathed  thy  mild 

And  lowly  mind  into  my  breast ! 
May  I  be  one,  O  Lord,  with  thee, 
And  never  parted  may  we  be. 

3  Still  let  thy  love  point  out  my  way : 

How  wondrous  things  that"  love  hath 
wrought ! 
Still  lead  me,  lest  I  go  astray ; 

Direct  my  word,  inspire  my  thought : 
And  if  I  fall,  soon  may  I  hear 
Thy  voice,  and  know  thy  love  is  near. 

4  In  suffering  be  thy  love  my  peace  ; 

In  weakness  be  thy  love  my  power ; 
And,  when  the  storms  of  life  shall  cease, 

Jesus ;  in  that  momentous  hour, 
In  death,  as  life,  be  thou  my  guide, 
And  save  me,  who  for  me  hast  died ! 


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253.  Christ  All  in  AU. 

1  Thou  hidden  Source  of  calm  repose, 

Thou  all-sufficient  Love  Divine, 
My  help  and  refuge  from  my  foes, 

Secure  I  am,  if  thou  art  mine ! 
And  lo  !  from  sin,  and  grief,  and  shame, 
I  hide  me,  Jesus,  in  thy  name. 

2  Jesus,  my  All  in  All  thou  art, 

My  rest  in  toil,  my  ease  in  pain ; 
The  healing-  of  my  broken  heart ; 

In  strife,  my  peace ;  in  loss  my  gain ; 
My  smile  beneath  the  tyrant's  frown ; 
In  shame,  my  glory  and  my  crown ; — 

3  In  want,  my  plentiful  supply ; 

In  weakness,  my  almighty  power ; 
In  bonds,  my  perfect  liberty  ; 

My  light,  in  Satan's  darkest  hour; 
Thee,  in  each  grief,  my  joy  I  call ; 
My  life  in  death,  my  All  in  All ! 

662.    ■  Thou  hidden  Love  of  God."' 

1  Thou  hidden  Love  of  God,  whose  height 

Whose  depth    unfathomed,  no  man 
knows, 
I  see  from  far  thy  beauteous  light ; 

Inly  I  sigh  for  thy  repose : 
My  heart  is  pained,  nor  can  it  be 
At  rest,  till  it  finds  rest  in  thee ! 

2  Is  there  a  thing  beneath  the  sun, 

That  strives  with  me  my  heart  to  share  ? 
Ah !  tear  it  thence,  and  feign  alone, 

The  Lord  of  every  motion  there : 
Then  shall  my  heart  from  earth  be  free, 
When  it  lias  found  repose  in  thee ! 

760.     "  My  soul  tmsteth  in  Thee." 
I  Do  not  I  trust  in  thee,  O  Lord  ? 

Do  I  not  rest  in  thee  alone  ? 
Is  not  the  comfort  of  thy  word 

The  sweetest  cordial  I  have  known  ? 


When  vexed  with  care,  bowed  down 
with  grief, 
Where  else  could  I  obtain  relief? 

2  And  is  it  not  my  chief  desire 

To  feel  as  if  a  stranger  here  ? 
Do  not  my  hopes  and" thoughts  aspire 

Beyond  this  transitory  sphere  ? 
And  art  thou  not,  while  here  I  roam, 
My  hope,  my  hiding-place,  my  home  ? 

3  Oh,  yes !  these  things  are  ever  true ; 

Thy  promise  is  for  ever  sure ; 
And  all  I  now  am  passing  through, 

And  all  that  I  may  still  endure, 
Will  but  endear  thy  word  to  me, 
And  draw  me  nearer,  Lord,  to  thee. 

4  And  now  on  thee  I  cast  my  soul, 

Come  life  or  death,  come  ease  or  pain; 
Thy  presence  can  each  fear  control, 

Thy  grace  can  to  the  end  sustain : 
Thosewhomthoulovest,heavenlyFriend, 
Thou  lovest  even  to  the  end ! 

t7 1  /  .     Prayer  for  Likeness  to  God. 

1  Now,  0  my  God,  thou  hast  my  soul ; 

No  longer  mine  but  thine  I  am ; 
Guard  thou  thine  own,  possess  the  whole; 

Cheer  it  with  hope,  with  love  inflame: 
To  thee,  the  Lord  of  earth  and  skies, 
I  come  a  living  sacrifice. 

2  Send  down  thy  likeness  from  above, 

And  this  let  my  adorning  be  : 
Clothe  me  with  wisdom,  patience,  love, 

With  lowliness  and  purity, — 
Than  gold  and  pearls  more  precious  far, 
And  brighter  than  the  morning  star. 

3  Lord,  arm  me  with  thy  Spirit's  might, 

Since  I  am  called  by  thy  great  name  : 
In  thee  let  all  my  thoughts  unite, 

Of  all  my  works  be  thou  the  aim; 
Thy  love  attend  me  all  my  days, 
And  all  my  pleasure  be  thy  praise ! 


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269.     The  Song  of  the  Angels.— Luke  2. 

1  Hark  !  what  mean  those  holy  voices, 

Sweetly  sounding  through  the  skies  ? 
Lo  !  th'  angelic  host  rejoices ; 
Heavenly  hallelujahs  rise. 

2  Hear  them  tell  the  wondrous  story, 

Hear  them  chant  in  hymns  of  joy : 
11  Glory  in  the  highest,  glory ! 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high ! 

8  "  Peace  on  earth,  good-will  from  heaven, 
Reaching  far  as  man  is  found ; 
Souls  redeemed,  and  sins  forgiven ! 
Loud  our  golden  harps  shall  sound. 

4  "  Christ  is  born,  the  great  Anointed ; 

Heaven  and  earth  his  praises  sing ! 
Oh,  receive  whom  God  appointed 
For  your  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King ! 

5  "  Haste,  ye  mortals,  to  adore  him ; 

Learn  his  name,  and  taste  his  joy : 
Till  in  heaven  ye  sing  before  him, 
4  Glory  be  to  God  most  high  1 ' " 


3  /  1 .     Worship  of  the  living  Christ 

1  Jesus,  hail !  enthroned  in  glory, 

There  for  ever  to  abide ; 
All  the  heavenly  hosts  adore  thee, 
Seated  at  thy  Father's  side. 

2  There  for  sinners  thou  art  pleading, 

There  thou  dost  our  place  prepare ; 
Ever  for  us  interceding, 
Till  in  glory  we  appear. 

2  Worship,  honor,  power  and  blessing, 
Thou  art  worthy  to  receive ; 


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Loudest  praises,  without  ceasing, 
Meet  it  us  for  is  to  give. 

4  Help,  ye  bright  angelic  spirits ! 

Bring  your  sweetest,  noblest  lays : 
Help  to  sing  our  Saviour's  merits ; 
Help  to  chant  Immanuel's  praise. 


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649. 

1  I  would  love  thee,  God  and  Father  1 

My  Redeemer,  and  my  King ! 
I  would  love  thee ;  for,  without  thee, 
Life  is  but  a  bitter  thing. 

2  I  would  love  thee ;  every  blessing 

Flows  to  me  from  out  thy  throne : 
I  would  love  thee — he  who  loves  the© 
Never  feels  himself  alone. 

3  I  would  love  thee ;  look  upon  me, 

Ever  guide  me  with  thine  ej'e : 

I  would  love  thee ;  if  not  nourished 

By  thy  love,  my  soul  would  die. 

4  I  would  love  thee ;  may  thy  brightness 

Dazzle  my  rejoicing  eyes ! 
I  would  love  thee ;  may  thy  goodness 
Watch  from  heaven  o'er  all  I  prize. 

5  I  would  love  thee,  I  have  vowed  it ; 

On  thy  love  my  heart  is  set : 

While  I  love  thee,  I  will  never 

My  Redeemer's  blood  forget. 


J-  -1-  \J  .j  .  storehouse."' 

1  With  my  substance  I  will  honor 

My  Redeemer  and  my  Lord ; 
Were  ten  thousand  worlds  my  manor, 

All  were  nothing  to  his  word. 


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2  While  the  heralds  of  salvation 

His  abounding  grace  proclaim, 
Let  his  friends  of  every  station, 
Gladly  join  to  spread  his  fame. 

3  Be  his  kingdom  now  promoted, 

Let  the  earth  her  Monarch  know ; 
Be  my  all  to  him  devoted; 
To  my  Lord  my  all  I  owe. 

4  Praise  the  Saviour,  all  ye  nations ! 

Praise  him,  all  ye  hosts  above ! 
Shout,  with  joyful  acclamations, 
His  divine,  victorious  love ! 


f\  7  T     "  Tinder  His  win  as  sh  alt  thou  trust." 
u  '  '  •  Psalm  91. 

1  Call  the  Lord  thy  sure  salvation, 

Rest  beneath  th'  Almighty's  shade ; 
In  his  secret  habitation 
Dwell,  and  never  be  dismayed  ! 

2  There  no  tumult  can  alarm  thee, 

Thou  shalt  dread  no  hidden  snare  ; 
Guile  nor  violence  can  harm  thee, 
In  eternal  safeguard  there. 

3  Thee,  tho'  winds  and  waves  are  swelling, 

God,  thy  hope,  shall  bear  through  all ; 
Plague  shall  not  come  nigh  thy  dwelling, 
Thee  no  evil  shall  befall. 

4  He  shall  charge  his  angel  legions 

Watch  and  Vard  o'er  thee  to  keep, 

Though  thou  walk  thro'  hostile  regions, 

Though  in  desert  wilds  thou  sleep. 

5  Since,  with  firm  and  pure  affection, 

Thou  on  God  hast  set  thy  love, 
With  the  wings  of  his  protection 
He  shall  shield  thee  from  above. 


1023.        "  Zion,  city  of  o  ur  God." 

1  Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 

Zion,  city  of  our  God ; 
He  whose  word  can  ne'er  be  broken 
Chose  thee  for  his  own  abode. 

2  Lord,  thy  church  is  still  thy  dwelling, 

Still  is^precious  in  thy  sight ; 
Judah's  temple  far  excelling, 
Beaming  with  the  gospel's  light. 

3  On  the  Rock  of  Ages  founded, 

What  can  shake  her  sure  repose? 
With  salvation's  wall  surrounded, 
She  can  smile  at  all  her  foes. 

4  Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 

Zion,  city  of  our  God ; 
He  whose  word  can  ne'er  be  broken 
Chose  thee  for  his  own  abode. 


4^b."-4?icZ  the  light  sldneth  in  darkness."1 

1  Light  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling 

Borders  on  the  shades  of  death ! 
Rise  on  us,  thyself  revealing, 
Rise  and  chase  the  clouds  beneath. 

2  Thou,  of  heaven  and  earth  Creator ! 

In  our  deepest  darkness  rise ; 
Scatter  all  the  night  of  nature ; 
Pour  the  day  upon  our  eyes. 

3  Still  we  wait  for  thine  appearing; 

Life  and  joy  thy  beams  impart, 
Chasing  all  our  fears,  and  cheering 
Every  poor,  benighted  heart. 

4  By  thine  all-sufficient  merit, 

Every  burdened  soul  release ; 

Every  weary,  wandering  spirit, 

Guide  into  thy  perfect  peace. 


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1  Yes,  I  will  bless  thee,  O  my  God ! 

Through  all  my  earthly  days ; 
And  to  eternity  prolong 
Thy  vast,  thy  boundless  praise. 

2  In  every  smiling,  happy  hour, 

Be  this  my  sweet  employ : 
Thy  praise  refines  my  earthly  bliss, 
And  doubles  all  my  joy. 

3  When  gloomy  care,  and  keen  distress 

Afflict  my  throbbing  breast, 
Thy  praise  shall  mingle  with  my  tears, 
And  lull  each  pain  to  rest. 

4  Nor  shall  my  tongue  alone  proclaim 

The  honors  of  my  God; 
My  life,  with  all  its  active  powers, 
Shall  spread  thy  praise  abroad. 

5  Nor  death  itself  shall  stop  my  song, 

Though  it  will  close  my  eyes ; 
My  thoughts  shall  then  to  nobler  heights, 
And  sweeter  raptures  rise. 

6  There  shall  my  lips  in  endless  praise 

Their  grateful  tribute  pay; 
The  theme  demands  an  angel's  tongue, 
And  an  eternal  day. 


Thou  kiunr&tt  that  T  love  Tliee." 
John  21-  15-17. 


698. 


J  Do  not  I  love  thee,  O  my  Lord? 
Behold  my  heart  and  see ; 
And  turn  the  dearest  idol  out 
That  dares  to  rival  thee. 

2  Do  not  I  love  thee  from  my  soul  ? 

Then  let  me  nothing  love  : 

Dead  be  my  heart  to  every  joy 

When  Jesus  can  not  move. 

3  Is  not  thy  name  melodious  still 

To  mine  attentive  ear  ? 


Doth  not  each  pulse  with  pleasure  bound 
My  Saviour's  voice  to  hear  ? 

4  Hast  thou  a  lamb  in  all  thy  flock 

I  would  disdain  to  feed  ? 
Hast  thou  a  foe  before  whose  face 
I  fear  thy  cause  to  plead  ? 

5  Would  not  my  heart  pour  forth  its  blood 

In  honor  of  thy  name  ? 
And  challenge  the  cold  hand  of  death 
To  damp  th'  immortal  flame  ? 

6  Thou  know'st  I  love  thee,  dearest  Lord ; 

But,  oh !  I  long  to  soar 
Far  from  the  sphere  of  mortal  joys, 
And  learn  to  love  thee  more. 


JO  J.    "All  things  are  yours"— I  Cor.  3 :  22 

1  If  God  is  mine,  then  present  things 

And  things  to  come  are  mine; 
Yea,  Christ,  his  word,  and  Spirit,  too, 
And  glory  all  divine. 

2  If  he  is  mine,  then  from  his  love 

He  every  trouble  sends  ; 
All  things  are  working  for  my  good, 
And  bliss  his  rod  attends. 

3  If  he  is  mine,  I  need  not  fear 

The  rage  of  earth  and  hell ; 
He  will  support  my  feeble  power, 
Their  utmost  force  repel. 

4  If  he  is  mine,  let  friends  forsake, 

Let  wealth  and  honors  flee : 
Sure,  he  who  giveth  me  himself, 
Is  more  than  these  to  me. 

5  If  he  is  mine,  I  '11  boldly  pass 

Through  death's  dark,  lonely  vale : 
He  is  my  comfort  and  my  stay, 
When  heart  and  flesh  shall  fail. 

6  Oh,  tell  me,  Lord,  that  thou  art  mine ; 

What  can  I  wish  beside  ? 


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My  soul  shall  at  the  fountain  live, 
When  all  the  streams  are  dried. 

A  {  L.     "On  earth  pence.'1'' — Luke  2. 

1  Calm,  on  the  listening  ear  of  night, 

Come  heaven's  melodious  strains, 
Where  wild  Judea  stretches  far 
Her  silver-mantled  plains. 

2  Celestial  choirs,  from  courts  above, 

'Mid  sacred  glories  there  ; 
And  angels,  with  their  sparkling  lyres, 
Make  music  on  the  air. 

3  The  answering  hills  of  Palestine 

Send  back  the  glad  reply  ; 
And  greet,  from  all  their  holy  heights, 
The  day-spring  from  on  high. 

4  O'er  the  blue  depths  of  Galilee 

There  comes  a  holier  calm ; 
And  Sharon  waves,  in  solemn  praise, 
Her  silent  groves  of  palm. 

5  "  Glory  to  God  !"  the  sounding  skies 

Loud  with  their  anthems  ring ; 
u  Peace  to  the  earth — good  will  to  men, 
From  heaven's  eternal  King." 

0  5  8 .  The  chief  Grace. 

1  Happy  the  heart  where  graces  reign, 

Where  love  inspires  the  breast ; 
Love  is  the  brightest  of  the  train, 
And  strengthens  all  the  rest. 

2  Knowledge— alas  !  't  is  all  in  vain, 

And  all  in  vain  our  fear ; 
Our  stubborn  sins  will  fi^ht  and  reign, 
If  love  be  absent  there. 

3  This  is  the  grace  that  lives  and  sings, 

When  faith  and  hope  shall  cease  ; 
'T  is  this  shall  strike  our  joyful  strings, 
In  realms  of  endless  peace, 

4  Before  we  quite  forsake  our  clay, 

Or  leave  this  dark  abode, 


The  wings  of  love  bear  us  away, 
To  see  our  smiling  God. 

905.    *Think  gently  of  the  erring." 

1  Thine,  gently  of  the  erring  one ! 

And  let  us  not  forget, 
However  darkly  stained  by  sin, 
He  is  our  brother  yet. 

2  Heir  of  the  same  inheritance, 

Child  of  the  self-same  God  ; 
He  hath  but  stumbled  in  the  path, 
We  have  in  weakness  trod. 

3  Speak  gently  to  the  erring  one  : 

Thou  yet  may'st  lead  him  back, 
With  holy  words,  and  tones  of  love, 
From  misery's  thorny  track. 

4  Forget  not  thou  hast  often  sinned, 

And  sinful  yet  must  be  ; 
Deal  gently  with  the  erring  one, 
As  God  has  dealt  with  thee. 

9K 1    *' 1 'will  joy  in  the  God  of  my  salvation* 
u±-  Hab.  3:17.  IS. 

i  What  though  no  flowers  the  fig-tree 
clothe, 
Though  vines  their  fruit  deny, 
The  labor  of  the  olive  fail, 
And  fields  no  meat  supply ; 

2  Though  from  the  fold,  with  sad  surprise, 

My  flock  cut  off  I  see  ; 
Though  famine  pine  in  empty  stalls, 
Where  herds  were  wont  to'be ; 

3  Yet  in  the  Lord  will  I  be  glad, 

And  glory  in  his  love  ; 
In  him  I  '11  joy,  who  will  the  God 
Of  my  salvation  prove. 

4  God  is  the  treasure  of  my  soul, 

The  source  of  lasting  joy ; 
A  joy  which  want  shall  not  impair, 
Nor  death  itself  destroy. 


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/84.  "Still  with  TTteer—Vsslm  139. 

1  Still,  with  thee,  O  my  God, 

I  would  desire  to  he ; 
By  day,  by  ni°;ht,  at  home,  abroad, 
I  would  be  "still  with  thee : 

2  With  thee,  when  dawn  comes  in, 

And  calls  me  back  to  care ; 
Each  day  returning  to  begin 
With  thee,  my  God,  in  prayer : 

3  With  thee,  amid  the  crowd 

That  throngs  the  busy  mart, 
To  hear  thy  voice,  'mid  clamor  loud, 
Speak  softly  to  my  heart : 

4  With  thee,  when  day  is  done, 

And  evening  calms  the  mind : 
The  setting  as  the  rising  sun 
With  thee  my  heart  would  find : 

5  With  thee,  when  darkness  brings 

The  signal  of  repose ; 
Calm  in  the  shadow  of  thy  wings, 
Mine  eyelids  I  would  close  :- 

6  With  thee,  in  thee,  by  faith 

Abiding  I  would  be  ; 
By  day,  by  night,  in  life,  in  death, 
I  would  be  still  with  thee. 

OT'Y  "  If  God  be  for  tin,  who  can  be  against 
it,  us  ?" 

1  Here  I  can  firmly  rest ! 

I  dare  to  boast  of  this, 
That  God,  the  highest  and  the  best, 
My  Friend  and  Father  is. 

2  In  me  he  ever  dwells, 

O'er  all  my  mind  he  reigns  ; 

All  care  and  sadness  he  dispels, 

And  soothes  away  my  pains. 

3  At  cost  of  all  I  have, — 

At  cost  of  life  and  limb, 


I  cling  to  God,  who  yet  shall  save  ; 
I  will  not  turn  from  him. 

4  The  world  may  fail  and  flee ; 

Thou,  God,  my  Father  art ; 
Not  fire,  nor  sword,  nor  plague,  from  thee 
My  trusting  soul  shall  part. 

5  No  joys  that  angels  know ; 

No  throne  nor  wide-spread  fame, 
No  love  nor  loss,  nor  fear  nor  woe, 
No  grief  of  heart  or  shame — 

6  Man  can  not  aught  conceive, 

Of  pleasure  or  of  harm, 
That  e'er  shall  tempt  my  soul  to  leave 
Her  refuge  hi  thine  arm. 

lZUO."  Tliere  remaineth  therefore  a  rest." 

1  And  is  there,  Lord,  a  rest 

For  weary  souls  designed, 
Where  not  a  care  shall  stir  the  breast, 
Or  sorrow  entrance  find? 

2  Is  there  a  blissful  home, 

Where  kindred  minds  shall  meet, 
And  live,  and  love,  nor  ever  roam 
From  that  serene  retreat  ? 

3  Are  there  bright,  happy  fields, 

Where  naught  that  blooms  shall  die ; 
Where  each  new  scene  fresh  pleasure 
yields, 
And* healthful  breezes  sigh? 

4  Are  there  celestial  streams 

Where  living  waters  glide, 
With  murmurs  sweet  as  angel  dreams,; 
And  flowery  banks  beside  ? 

5  For  ever  blessed  they, 

Whose  joyful  feet  shall  stand, 
While  endless  ages  waste  away, 
Amid  that  glorious  land ! 


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6  My  soul  would  thither  tend, 

While  toilsome  years  are  given ; 
Then  let  me,  gracious  God,  ascend 
To  sweet  repose  in  heaven ! 


1 1  love  thy  kingdom,  Lord" 


1017. 


1  I  love  thy  kingdom,  Lord — 

The  house  of  thine  abode, 
The  church  our  blest  Redeemer  saved 
With  his  own  precious  blood. 

2  I  love  thy  church,  O  God ! 

Her  walls  before  thee  stand, 
Dear  as  the  apple  of  thine  eye, 
And  graven  on  thy  hand. 

3  For  her  my  tears  shall  fall, 

For  her  my  prayers  ascend ; 
To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  given, 
Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 

4  Beyond  my  highest  joy 

I  prize  her  heavenly  ways, 
Her  sweet  communion,  solemn  vows, 
Her  hymns  of  love  and  praise. 

5  Jesus,  thou  Friend  divine, 

Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 
Thy  hand  from  every  snare  and  foe 
Shall  great  deliverance  bring. 

6  Sure  as  thy  truth  shall  last, 

To  Zion  shall  be  given 
The  brightest  glories  earth  can  yield, 
And  brighter  bliss  of  heaven. 

1  AAO  "  That  we  should  be  called  the  so?is 
J.UU-4.  God:'— I  John  3  :  1,  2. 

1  Behold,  what  wondrous  grace 

The  Father  has  bestowed 
On  sinners  of  a  mortal  race, 
To  call  them  sons  of  God ! 

2  Nor  doth  it  yet  appear 

How  great  we  must  be  made  ; 


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But  when  we  see  our  Saviour  here, 
We  shall  be  like  our  Head. 

3  A  hope  so  much  divine 

May  trials  well  endure ; 
May  purify  our  souls  from  sin. 
As  Christ,  the  Lord,  is  pure. 

4  If  in  my  Father's  love 

I  share  a  filial  part, 
Send  down  thy  Spirit,  like  a  dove, 
To  rest  upon  my  heart. 

5  We  would  no  longer  lie 

Like  slaves  beneath  the  throne  ; 
Our  faith  shall  "  Abba,  Father,"  cry, 
And  thou  the  kindred  own. 

I  i  O.  Living  by  Faith  only. 

1  If  through  unruffled  seas 

Toward  heaven  we  calmly  sail, 
With  grateful  hearts,  O  God,  to  thee, 
We  '11  own  the  fostering  gale. 

2  But  should  the  surges  rise, 

And  rest  delay  to  come, 
Blest  be  the  sorrow,  kind  the  storm, 
Which  drives  us  nearer  home. 

3  Soon  shall  our  doubts  and  fears 

All  yield  to  thy  control ; 
Thy  tender  mercies  shall  illume 
The  midnight  of  the  soul. 

4  Teach  us,  in  every  state, 

To  make  thy  will  our  own  ; 
And,  when  the  joys  of  sense  depart, 
To  live  by  faith  alone. 

Doxology. 

The  Father  and  the  Son 

And  Spirit  we  adore  ; 
We  praise,  we  bless,  we  worship  thec^ 

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1  'T  is  midnight,  and,  on  Olive's  brow, 

The  star  Is  dimmed  that  lately  shone  ; 
'T  is  midnight ;  in  the  garden  now 
The  suffering  Saviour  prays  alone. 

2  'T  is  midnight ;  and,  from  all  removed, 

The  Saviour  wrestles  lone  with  fears ; 
Ev'n  that  disciple  whom  he  loved, 
Heeds  not  his  Master's  grief  and  tears. 

3  'T  is  midnight ;  and,  for  others'  guilt, 

The  Man  of  sorrows  weeps  in  "blood ; 
Yet  he,  who  hath  in  anguish  knelt, 
Is  not  forsaken  by  his  God. 

4  'Tis  midnight — and  from  ether-plains 

Is  borne  the  song  that  angels  know  : 
Unheard  by  mortals  are  the  strains 
That  sweetly  soothe  the  Saviour's  woe. 


It  is  finished." — John  19  : 


298. 


1  "  'T  is  finished !" — so  the  Saviour  cried, 
And  meekly  bowed  his  head,  and  died  : 
"  'T  is  finished  !" — yes,  the  race  is  run, 
The  battle  fought,  the  victory  won. 

2  '"Tis  finished!"— all  that  heaven  fore- 

told 
By  prophets  in  the  days  of  old ; 
And  truths  are  opened  to  our  view, 
That  kings  and  prophets  never  knew. 

3  "  'T  is  finished  '."—Son  of  God,  thy  power 
Hath  triumphed  in  this  awful  hour ; 
And  yet,  our  eyes  with  sorrow  see 
That  life  to  us  was  death  to  thee. 

4  "'Tie  finished '."—let  the  joyful  sound 
Be  heard  through  all  the  nations  round  ; 
" 'Tis  finished!"— let  the  echo  fly 
Thro"  heaven  and  helhthro'  earth  and  sky. 


767.  -Fear  of  denying  Christ— -Matt.  10  :  33. 

1  Deny  thee  ?  what !  deny  the  way 
That  leads  to  heaven's  eternal  day? 
Deny  the  Shepherd  who  will  keep 
Within  the  fold  his  wandering  sheep  ? 

2  Deny  thee,  Lord !  then  who  will  bear 
My  grief,  my  burden,  and  my  care  ? 
Thou,  thou  alone  canst  calm  my  breast, 
And  bid  its  weary  throbbings  rest. 

3  In  heaven  above,  on  earth  below, 
Where,  save  to  thee,  Lord,  could  I  go  ? 
Where  fly  for  strength,  'mid  mortal  strife? 
Thou  hast  the  words  of  endless  life. 

4  My  Strength,  my  Guide  vouchsafe  to  be, 
I  can  do  nothing  without  thee ; 

Save  me  in  every  trying  hour, 

Thou  God  of  mercy,  life,  and  power  ! 

843.  Tlie  Messed  Hour. 

1  Blest  hour !  when  mortal  man  retires 

To  hold  communion  with  his  God, 
To  send  to  heaven  his  warm  desires, 
And  listen  to  the  sacred  word. 

2  Blest  hourlwhen  God  himself  draws  nigh 

Well  pleased  his  people's  voice  to  hear, 
To  hush  the  penitential  sigh, 
And  wipe  away  the  mourner's  tear. 

3  Blest  hour !  for,  where  the  Lord  resorts, 

Foretastes  of  future  bliss  are  given, 
And  mortals  find  his  earthly  courts 
The  house  of  God — the  gate  of  heaven ! 

4  Hail,  peaceful  hour !  supremely  blest, 

Amid  the  hours  of  worldly  care ; 
The  hour  that  yields  the  spirit  rest, 
That  sacred  hour — the  hour  of  prayer. 

5  And  when  my  hours  of  prayer  are  past, 

And  this  frail  tenement  decays, 

Then  may  I  spend  in  heaven  at  last 

A  never-ending  hour  of  praise. 


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bol.    *•  Fea r  not ;  1  ha ve  redeemed  thee." 

1  Come,  weary  souls,  with  sin  distressed, 
Come,  and  accept  the  promised  rest; 
The  Saviour's  gracious  call  obey, 

And  cast  your  gloomy  fears  away. 

2  Oppressed  with  guilt, — a  painful  load, — 
Oh,  come  and  bow  before  your  God ! 
Divine  compassion,  mighty  love, 

Will  all  the  painful  load  remove. 

3  Here  mercy's  boundless  ocean  flows, 
To  cleanse  your  guilt  and  heal  your  woes; 
Pardon,  and  life,  and  endless  peace — 
How  rich  the  gift !  how  free  the  grace ! 

4  Dear  Saviour !  let  thy  powerful  love 
Confirm  our  faith,  our  fears  remove; 
Oh,  sweetly  reign  in  every  breast, 
And  guide  us  to  eternal  rest. 


Giving  all  to  Christ. 


564. 


1  My  Saviour,  how  shall  I  proclaim, 

How  pay  the  mighty  debt  I  owe  ? 
Let  all  I  have,  and  all  I  am, 
Ceaseless  to  all  thy  glory  show. 

2  Too  much  to  thee  I  can  not  give ; 

Too  much  I  can  not  do  for  thee ; 
Let  all  thy  love,  and  all  thy  grief 
Graven  on  my  heart  for  ever  be. 

3  The  meek,  the  still,  the  lowly  mind, 

Oh,  may  I  learn  from  thee,  my  God! 
And  love  with  softest  pity  joined, 
For  those  that  trample  on  thy  blood  ! 

4  Still  let  thy  tears,  thy  groans,  thy  sighs, 

O'erflow  my  eyes,  and  heave  my  breast; 
Till,  loose  from  flesh  and  earth,  I  ri*e, 
And  ever  in  thy  bosom  rest. 

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822.  "I delight  to  do  thy  icill,  0  my  God." 

1  O  Lord,  thy  heavenly  grace  impart, 
And  fix  my  frail,  inconstant  heart ; 
Henceforth  my  chief  delight  shall  be 
To  dedicate  myself  to  thee. 

2  Whate'er  pursuits  my  time  employ, 
One  thought  shall  fill  my  soul  with  joy ; 
That  silent,  secret  thought  shall  be, 
That  all  my  hopes  are  fixed  on  thee. 

3  Thy  glorious  eye  pervndeth  space ; 
Thy  presence,  Lord,  fills  every  place ; 
And,  wheresoe'er  my  lot  may  be, 
Still  shall  my  spirit  cleave  to  thee. 

4  Renouncing  every  worldly  thing, 
And  safe  beneath  thy  sheltering' wing, 
My  sweetest  thought  henceforth  shall  be, 
That  all  I  want  I  find  in  thee. 

OOJ.  "Jesus,  and  can  I  call  Tliee  mineT"' 

1  Lord,  when  my  thoughts  delighted  rove 
Amid  the  wonders  of  thy  love, 

Sweet  hope  revives  my  drooping  heuH. 
And  bids  intruding  fears  depart. 

2  For  mortal  crimes  a  sacrifice, 

The  Lord  of  life,  the  Saviour,  dies ! 
What  love  !  what  mercy  !  how  divine! 
Jesus,— and  can  I  call  thee  mine  ? 

3  Repentant  sorrow  fills  my  heart, 
But  mingline:  joy  allays  the  smart ; 
Oh,  may  my  future  life  declare 
The  sorrow  and  the  joy  sincere ! 

4  Be  all  my  heart  and  all  my  days 
Devoted  to  my  Saviour's  praise ; 
And  let  my  glad  obedience  prove 
How  much  1  owe,  how  much  1  love. 


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1  Oh,  show  me  not  my  Saviour  dying, 

As  on  the  cross  he  bled ; 
Nor  in  the  tomb  a  captive  lying, 

For  he  has  left  the  dead. 
Then  bid  me  not  that  form  extended 

For  my  Redeemer  own, 
Who,  to  the  highest  heavens  ascended, 

In  glory  fills  the  throne. 

2  Weep  not  for  him  at  Calvary's  station, 

Weep  only  for  thy  sins ; 
View  where  he  lay  with  exultation ; 

'T  is  there  our  hope  begins. 
Yet  stay  not  there,  thy  sorrows  feeding, 

Amid  the  scenes  he  trod ; 
Look  up  and  see  him  interceding 

At  the  right  hand  of  God. 


3  Still  in  the  shameful  cross  I  glory, 

Where  his  dear  blood  was  spilt : 
My  soul  is  melted  at  the  story 

Of  him  who  bore  my  guilt : 
Yet  what,  'mid  conflict  and  temptation, 

Shall  strength  and  succor  give  ? 
He  lives,  the  Captain  of  Salvation ! 

Therefore  his  servants  live. 


4  By  death,  he  death's  dark  king  defeated, 

And  overcame  the  grave ; 
Rising,  the  triumph  he  completed: 

He  lives,  he  reigns  to  save ! 
Heaven's  happy  myriads  bow  before  him; 

He  comes,  the  Judge  of  men  : 
These  eyes  shall  see  him  and  adore  him ; 

Lord  Jesus !  own  me  then. 


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57.  «ITo!>/ Rest." 

1  Again  the  day  returns  of  holy  rest, 

Which,  when  he  made  the  world,  Jehovah  blest ; 
"When,  like  his  own,  he  bade  our  labors  cease, 
And  all  be  piety,  and  all  be  peace. 

2  Let  us  devote  this  consecrated  day 

To  learn  his  will,  and  all  we  learn  obey ; 
So  shall  he  hear,  when  fervently  we  raise 
Our  choral  harmony  in  hymns  of  praise. 

3  Father  in  heaven  !  in  whom  our  hopes  confide, 
Whose  power  defends  us,  and  whose  precepts  guide; 
In  life  our  Guardian,  and  in  death  our  Friend ; 
Glory  supreme  be  thine,  till  time  shall  end. 

oJ.4:.        Christ  our  peace. — Eph.  2: 14. 

1  I  thought  upon  my  sins,  and  I  was  sad ; 

My  soul  Was  troubled  sore,  and  filled  with  pain; 
But  then  I  thought  on  Jesus,  and  was  glad — 
My  heavy  grief  was  turned  to  joy  again. 

2  I  thought  upon  the  law,  the  fiery  law, 

Holy,  and  just,  and  good  in  its  decree: 
I  looked  to  Jesus,  and  in  him  I  saw 

That  law  fulfilled,  its  curse  endured  for  me. 
S  I  thought  I  saw  an  angry,  frowning  God, 

Sitting  as  Judge  upon  the  great  white  throne  : 
My  soul  was  overwhelmed  ;  then  Jesus  showed 

His  gracious  face,  and  all  my  dread  was  gone. 

4  I  saw  my  sad  estate,— condemned  to  die : 

Then  terror  seized  my  heart,  and  dark  despair; 
But  when  to  Calvary  I  turned  my  eye, 
I  saw  the  cross,  and  read  forgiveness  there. 

5  I  saw  that  I  was  lost,  far  gone  astray ; 

No  hope  of  safe  return  there  seemed  to  be; 
But  then  I  heard  that  Jesus  was  the  way, 
A  new  and  living  way  prepared  for  me. 

6  Then  in  that  way,  so  free,  so  safe,  so  sure, 

All  sprinkled  o'er  with  reconciling  blood, 
Will  I  abide,  and  never  wander  more, 
But  walk  secure,  in  fellowship  with  God, 


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Q  QQ  "Every  tongue  should-  confess  that  Jesus 
d0i7'         Christ  is  Lord."—Fh±  2 :  5-11. 

1  Jesus  !  exalted  far  on  high, 

To  whom  a  name  is  given — 
A  name  surpassing  every  name 
That's  known  in  earth  or  heaven ! 

2  Before  thy  throne  shall  every  knee 

Bow  down  with  one  accord; 
Before  thy  throne  shall  every  tongue 
Confess  that  thou  art  Lord. 

3  Jesus !  thou,  in  the  form  of  God, 

Didst  equal  honor  claim ; 
Yet,  to  redeem  our  guilty  souls, 
Didst  stoop  to  death  and  shame ! 

4  Oh,  may  that  mind  in  us  be  formed, 

Which  shone  so  bright  in  thee — 
An  humble,  meek,  and  lowly  mind, 
From  pride  and  envy  free  ! 

5  To  others  we  would  stoop,  and  learn 

To  emulate  thy  love ; 
So  shall  we  bear  thine  image  here, 
And  share  thy  throne  above. 


"TJiy  law  is  my  delight." 
Psalm  119. 


487. 

1  Lord,  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice, 

My  lasting  heritage  ; 
There  shall  my  noblest  powers  rejoice, 
My  warmest  thoughts  engage. 

2  I  '11  read  the  histories  of  thy  love, 

And  keep  thy  laws  in  sight ; 
"While  through  the  promises  I  rove, 
With  ever  fresh  delight. 

3  'T  is  a  broad  land,  of  wealth  unknown, 

Where  springs  of  life  arise, 
Seeds  of  immortal  bliss  are  sown, 
And  hidden  glory  lies. 

4  The  best  relief  that  mourners  have ; 

It  makes  our  sorrows  blest ; 


Our  fairest  hope  beyond  the  grave, 
And  our  eternal  rest. 


Prayer  for  full  Assurance. 


626. 

1  Eternal  Source  of  joys  divine, 

To  thee  my  soul  aspires ; 
Oh,  could  I  say,  " The  Lord  is  mine!" 
'T  is  all  my  soul  desires. 

2  My  Hope,  my  Trust,  my  Life,  my  Lord, 

Assure  me  of  thy  love  ; 
Oh,  speak  the  kind,  transporting  word, 
And  bid  my  fears  remove ! 

3  Then  shall  my  thankful  powers  rejoice, 

And  triumph  in  my  God ; 
Till  heavenly  rapture  tune  my  voice 
To  spread  thy  praise  abroad. 

044.    "No  joy  without  God."— Psalm  73. 

1  God,  my  supporter  and  my  hope, 

My  help  for  ever  near, 
Thine  arm  of  mercy  held  me  up, 
When  sinking  in  despair/ 

2  Thy  counsels,  Lord,  shall  guide  my  feet 

Through  this  dark  wilderness ; 
Thy  hand  conduct  me  near  thy  seat, 
To  dwell  before  thy  face. 

3  Were  I  in  heaven  without  my  God, 

'T  would  be  no  joy  to  me; 
And  while  this  earth  is  my  abode, 
I  long  for  none  but  thee. 

4  What  if  the  springs  of  life  were  broke, 

And  flesh  and  heart  should  faint, 
God  is  my  soul's  eternal  rock, 
The  strength  of  every  saint. 

5  Then,  to  draw  near  to  thee,  my  God, 

Shall  be  my  sweet  employ ; 
My  tongue  shall  sound  thy  works  abroad, 
And  tell  the  world  my  joy. 


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OZi0-  PsaTinH9. 

1  Thou  art  my  portion,  O  my  God; 

Soon  as  I  know  thy  way, 
My  heart  makes  haste  t'  obey  thy  word, 
And  sutlers  no  delay. 

2  I  choose  the  path  of  heavenly  truth, 

And  glory  in  my  choice ; 

Not  all  the  riches  of  the  earth 

Could  make  me  so  rejoice. 

3  The  testimonies  of  thy  grace 

I  set  before  mine  eyes ; 
Thence  I  derive  my  daily  strength, 
And  there  my  comfort  lies. 

4  If  once  I  wander  from  thy  path, 

I  think  upon  my  ways ; 
Then  turn  my  feet  to  thy  commands, 
And  trust  thy  pardoning  grace. 

5  Now  I  am  thine — for  ever  thine — 

Oh,  save  thy  servant,  Lord ! 
Thou  art  my  shield,  my  hiding-place ; 
My  hope  is  in  thy  word. 

QztJ.    u -Blessed  ^  the  man  iclwm  thou  clias- 
^^^'  tenestr—Vsalm  94. 

1  Blest  is  the  man  whom  thou,  O  Lord, 

In  kindness  dost  chastise, 
And  by  thy  sacred  rules  to  walk, 
Dost  lovingly  advise. 

2  For  God  will  never  from  his  saints 

His  favor  wholly  take : 
His  own  possession  and  his  lot, 
He  will  not  quite  forsake. 

3  The  world  shall  then  confess  thee  just 

In  all  that  thou  hast  done ; 
And  those  who  choose  thy  upright  path 
Shall  in  that  path  go  on. 

4  My  sure  defense  is  firmly  placed 

In  thee,  the  Lord  most  high : 


Thou  art  my  Rock :  to  thee  I  may 
For  refuge  always  lly. 

1  1  9ft  ''''Let  the  whole  earth  be  filed  with  His 
1J-^U-  glory." 

1  Great  God!  the  nations  of  the  earth 

Are  by  creation  thine  ; 
And  in  thy  works,  by  all  beheld, 
Thy  power  and  glory  shine. 

2  But,  Lord,  thy  greater  love  hath  sent 

Thy  gospel  to  mankind, 
Unvailmg  what  rich  stores  of  grace 
Are  treasured  in  thy  mind. 

3  Oh,  when  shall  tnese  glad  tidings  spread 

The  spacious  earth  around, 
Till  every  tribe  and  every  soul 
Shall  hear  the  joyful  sound? 

4  Smile,  Lord,  on  each  divine  attempt 

To  spread  the  gospel's  rays, 
And  build  on  sin's  demolished  throne 
The  temples  of  thy  praise. 

"I  "I  *7 0  "There  is  laid  up  ,'or  me  a  crown  of 
XX  l  \J.     righteousness:'— 2  Tim.  4  :  (i-S,  18. 

1  Death  may  dissolve  my  body  now, 

And  bear  my  spirit  home  : 
Why  do  my  minutes  move  so  slow, 
Nor  my  salvation  come  ? 

2  God  has  laid  up  in  heaven  for  me 

A  crown  which  can  not  fade ; 
The  righteous  Judge,  at  that  great  day, 
Shall  place  it  on  my  head. 

3  Jesus,  the  Lord,  shall  guard  me  safe 

From  every  ill  design, 
And  to  his  heavenly  Kingdom  take 
This  feeble  soul  of  mine. 

4  God  is  my  everlasting  Aid, 

My  Portion  and  hiy  Friend ; 

To  him  be  highest  glory  paid, 

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1  He  dies !  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies  ! 

Lo !  Salem's  daughters  weep  around : 
A  solemn  darkness  vails  the  skies  ; 
A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground. 

2  Here 's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree : 

The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  men ! 
But,  lo !  what  sudden  joys  we  see, 
Jesus,  the  dead,  revives  again ! 

3  The  rising  God  forsakes  the  tomb  ; 

Up  to  his  Father's  court  he  flics  : 
Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 
And  shout  him  wekome  to  the  skies. 

4  Break  off  your  tears,  ye  saints,  and  tell 

How  high  our  great' Deliverer  reigns ; 
Sing  how~he  spoiled  the  hosts  of  hell, 
And  led  the  tyrant  Death  in  chains. 

5  Say,  "  Live  for  ever,  glorious  King, 

Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save ! 

Where  now,  O  Death,  where  is  thy  sting  ? 

Andwherethyvictory,boastingGrave:"' 

0  /  4.     Joy  in  Clirists  Intercession. 

1  He  lives,— the  great  Redeemer  lives  : 
What  joy  the  blest  assurance  gives ! 
And  now,  before  his  father,  God, 
Pleads  the  full  merit  of  his  blood. 

2  Repeated  crimes  awake  our  fears, 

And  justice  armed  with  frowns  appears  ; 
But  iu  the  Saviour's  lovely  face 
Sweet  mercy  smiles,  and  all  is  peace. 

S  Hence,then,yeblack,despairing  thoughts; 
Above  our  fears,  above  our  faults, 
His  powerful  intercessions  rise, 
And  guilt  recedes,  and  terror  dies. 

4  In  every  dark,  distressful  hour, 
When  sin  and  Satan  join  their  power, 
Let  this  dear  hope  repel  the  dart, 
That  Jesus  bears  us  on  his  heart. 


5  Great  Advocate !  Almighty  Friend! 
On  thee  our  humble  hopes  depend  : 
Our  cause  can  never,  never  fail, 
For  thou  dost  plead,  and  must  prevail. 

0  fj  K      "  We  have  on  Advocate  with  the 
OIO.  Father"— 1  John  2:1. 

1  Where  is  my  God  ? — does  he  retire 

Beyond  the  reach  of  humble  sighs  ? 
Are  these  weak  breathings  of  desire 
Too  languid  to  ascend  the  skies  ? 

2  Look  up,  my  soul,  with  cheerful  eye  ! 

See  where  the  great  Redeemer  stands, 
The  glorious  Advocate  on  high, 
With  precious  incense  in  his  hands. 

3  He  sweetens  every  humble  groan  ; 

He  recommends  each  broken  prayer ; 
Recline  thy  hope  on  him  alone 
Whose  power  and  love  forbid  despair. 

4  Teach  my  weak  heart,  O  gracious  Lord, 

With  stronger  faith  to  call  thee  mine  ; 
Bid  me  pronounce  the  blissful  word, 
My  Father— God,  with  joy  divine. 

6 Z  O .         Past  Joys  remembered. 
1  Oh,  where  is  now  that  glowing  love, 
That  marked  our  union  with  the  Lord  ? 
Our  hearts  were  fixed  on  things  above, 
Nor  could  the  world  a  joy  afford. 
?  Where  is  the  zeal  that  led  us  then 

To  make  our  Saviour's  glory  known? 
That  freed  us  from  the  fear  of  men, 
And  kept  our  eye  on  him  alone  ? 

3  Where  are  the  happy  seasons  spent 

In  fellowship  with  him  we  loved  ? 
The  sacred  joy,  the  sweet  content, 
The  blessedness  that  then  we  proved? 

4  Behold  !  asrain  we  turn  to  thee  ; 

Oh,  castas  not  away,  though  vile ! 
No  peace  we  have,  no  joy  we  see, 
0  Lord  our  God !  but  in  thy  smile. 


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400.  loved  us." 

1  Ere  earth's  foundations  yet  were  laid, 

Or   heaven's   fair    roof    was    spread 
abroad ; 
Ere  man  a  living  soul  was  made, 
Love  stirred  within  the  heart  of  God. 

2  Thy  loving  counsel  gave  to  me 

True  life  in  Christ,  thy  only  Son, 
"Whom  thou  hast  made  my  way  to  thee, 
From  whom  all  grace  flows  ever  down. 

3  O  Love,  that  long  ere  time  began, 

This  precious  name  of  child  bestowed ; 
That  opened  heaven  on  earth  to  man, 
And  called  us  sinners  "sons  of  God!" 

4  I  am  not  worthy,  Lord,  that  thou 

Shouldst  such  compassion  on  me  show; 
That  he  who  made  the  world  should  bow 
To  cheer  with  love  a  wretch  so  low. 

5  Cou.d  I  but  honor  thee  aright, 

Noble  and  sweet  my  song  should  be  ; 
That  earth  and  heaven  should  learn  thy 
might, 
And  what  my  God  hath  done  for  me. 


A  good  Conscience. 


975. 


1  Sweet  peace  of  conscience,  heavenly 

guest, 
Come  fix  thy  mansion  in  my  breast ; 
Dispel  my  doubts,  my  fears  control, 
And  heal  the  anguish  of  my  soul. 

2  Come,  smiling  hope,  and  joy  sincere, 
Come,  make  your  constant  dwelling  here; 
Still  let  your  presence  cheer  my  heart, 
Nor  sin  compel  you  to  depart. 

i  O  God  of  hope  and  peace  divine, 
Make  thou  these  secret  pleasures  mine; 
Forgive  my  sins,  my  fears  remove, 
And  Jill  iuy  heart  with  joy  and  love. 


1  1  07    "  They  Mat  go  down  to  Vie  sea  in 
J-J-vJ  I  .  ships" 

1  While  o'er  the  deep  thy  servants  sail, 
Send  thou,  O  Lord,  the  prosperous  gale ; 
And  on  f Iieir  hearts,  where'er  they  go, 
Oh,  let  thy  heavenly  breezes  blow ! 

2  If,  on  the  morning's  wings  they  fly, 
They  will  not  pass  beyond  thine  eye  ; 

The  wanderer's  prayer  thou  bend'st  to  hear, 
And  faith  exults  to  know  thee  near. 

3  When  tempests  rock  the  groaning  bark, 
Oh  hide  them  safe  in  Jesus'  ark ! 
When  in  the  tempting  port  they  ride, 
Oh,  keep  them  safe  at  Jesus'  side ! 

4  If  life's  wide  ocean  smile  or  roar, 
Still  guide  them  to  the  heavenly  shore ; 
And  grant  their  dust  in  Christ  may  sleep, 
Abroad,  at  home,  or  in  the  deep. 

iJiuO.     "The  Lamb  is  the  light  thereof." 

1  On  for  a  sweet,  inspiring  ray, 

To  animate  our  feeble  strains, 
From  the  bright  realms  of  endless  day— 
The  blissful  realms  where  Jesus  reigns! 

2  There,  low  before  his  glorious  throne, 

Adoring  saints  and  angels  fall ; 
And,  with  delightful  worship,  own 
His  smile  their  bliss,  their  heaven, 
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3  Immortal  glories  crown  his  head, 

While  tuneful  hallelujahs  rise, 
And  love  and  joy  and  triumph  spread 
Through  all  the  assemblies  of  the  skies. 

4  He  smiles, — and  seraphs  tune  their  songs 

To  boundless  rapture,  while  they  gaze; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  joyful  tongues 
Resound  his  everlasting  praise 

5  There  all  the  followers  of  the  Lamb 

Shall  join  at  last  the  heavenly  choir: 
Oh,  may  the  joy-inspiring  theme 
Awake  our  faith  and  warm  desire ! 


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Ut>b.     "  .4  divided  Heart.'" — Rom.  7. 

1  Our  hearts,  O  Lord,  with  grief  are  rent, 

O'er  vows  made  all  in  vain ; 
In  anguish  daily  we  repent, 
Each  day  offend  again. 

2  Now  we  arise  from  death  to  life, 

Then  sink  from  good  to  ill ; 
Here  we  begin,  there  leave  our  strife, 

And  work  but  half  thy  will. 
8  Oh,  help  us,  Lord,  amid  all  pain, 

As  warriors  true,  to  stand 
Faithful  and  firm,  and  thus  to  gain 

Thine  own,  the  better  land. 

4  Thy  land — its  gates  how  bright  they  shine! 

And  let  no  evil  in ; 
Thy  boundless  land,  and  all  divine, 
That  hath  no  room  for  sin. 

5  Thy  holy  land,  where  none  shall  stop 

Our  souls  upon  the  road, 
And  win  our  weak  desires  to  drop 
From  glory  and  from  God. 

6  Oh,  rich  and  priceless  is  the  grace 

That  we  shall  there  receive  ! 
Nor  once  thine  ima^e  shall  deface, 
Nor  once  thy  spirit  grieve. 

K    "  What  shall  I  render  unto  the  Lord  f 

°-  Psalm  116. 

For  mercies  countless  as  the  sands, 

Which  daily  I  receive 
From  Jesus  my  Redeemer's  hands, 

My  soul,  what  canst  thou  give  ? 
Alas  !  from  such  a  heart  as  mine, 

What  can  I  bring  him  forth  ? 
My  best  is  stained  and  dyed  with  sin ; 

My  all  is  nothing  worth. 
Yet  this  acknowledgment  I  '11  make 

For  all  he  has  bestowed, 
Salvation's  sacred  cup  I  '11  take, 

And  call  upon  my  God. 


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4  The  best  return  for  one  like  me, 

So  wretched  and  so  poor, 
Is  from  his  gifts  to  draw  a  plea, 
And  ask  him  still  for  more. 

5  I  can  not  serve  him  as  I  ought ; 

No  works  have  I  to  boast ; 
Yet  would  I  glory  in  the  thought, 
That  I  shall  owe  him  most. 

i  70.  "Haste  TJiee  to  help  me.""— Psalm  22. 

1  On,  help  us,  Lord! — each  hour  of  need 

Thy  heavenly  succor  give ; 
Help  us  in  thought,  and  word,  and  deed, 
Each  hour  on  earth  we  live. 

2  Oh,  help  us  when  our  spirits  bleed, 

With  contrite  anguish  sore ; 
And  when  our  hearts  are  cold  and  dead, 
Oh,  help  us,  Lord,  the  more ! 

3  Oh,  help  us,  through  the  power  of  faith, 

More  firmly  to  believe ! 
For  still  the  more  the  servant  hath 

The  more  shall  he  receive. 
•1  O,  help  us,  Jesus!  from  on  high 

We  know  no  help  but  thee ; 
Oh,  help  us  so  to  live  and  die, 

As  thine  in  heaven  to  be ! 

QfiT    Imitation  of  Christ  in  His  Humilia' 
0\J  I  .  tion, 

1  A  pilgrim  through  this  lonely  world, 
The  blessed  Saviour  passed ; 
A  mourner  all  his  life  was  he, 
A  dying  Lamb  at  last. 
3  That  tender  heart  which  felt  for  all, 
For  us  his  life-blood  gave ; 
It  found  on  earth  no  resting-place, 
Save  only  in  the  grave  ! 
3  Such  was  our  Lord ;  and  shall  we  fear 
The  cross  with  all  its  scorn  ? 
Or  love  a  faithless,  evil  world, 
That  wreathed  his  brow  with  thorn  ? 


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4  No :  facing  all  its  frowns  or  smiles, 
Like  him,  obedient  still, 
We  homeward  press,  through  storm  or 
calm, 
To  Zion's  blessed  hill. 
6  Dead  to  the  world,  with  him  who  died 
To  win  our  hearts,  our  love, 
We,  risen  with  our  risen  Head, 
In  spirit  dwell  above. 
6  By  faith,  his  boundless  glories  there 
Our  wondering  eyes  behold — 
Those  glories  which  eternal  years 
Shall  never  all  unfold. 

1  flKK    "Bring  in  hithrr  the  poor  and  the 
±VOO.         maimed:'— Luke  14  :  17—23. 

1  How  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place, 

With  Christ  within  the  doors ; 
While  everlasting  love  displays 
The  choicest  of  her  stores  ! 

2  While  all  our  hearts  and  all  our  songs 

Join  to  admire  the  feast, 
Each  of  us  cries,  with  thankful  tongue, 
"  Lord,  why  was  I  a  guest  ? 

3  «  Why  was  I  made  to  hear  thy  voice, 

And  enter  while  there's  room, 
When  thousands  makeawretched  choice, 
And  rather  starve  than  come  ?" 

4  'Twas  the  same  love  that  spread  the 

feast, 
That  sweetly  drew  us  in  ; 
Else  we  had  still  refused  to  taste, 
And  perished  in  our  sin. 

5  Pity  the  nations,  O  our  God ! 

Constrain  the  earth  to  come ; 
Send  thy  victorious  word  abroad, 

And  bring  the  strangers  home. 
0  We  long  to  see  thy  churches  full, 

That  all  the  chosen  race 
May,  with  one  voice,  and  hoart,  and  soul, 

Sing  thy  redeeming  grace. 


111ft"  Turn  us  again,  O  Lord  God  of 
-L-LJ-°«  .  hosts? 

1  See,  gracious  God !  before  thy  throne 

Thy  mourning  people  bend ; 
'Tis  on  thy  sovereign  grace  alone 
Our  humble  hopes  depend. 

2  Dark,frowning  judgments  from  thy  hand 

Thy  dreadful  power  display; 
Yet  mercy  spares  this  guilty  land, 
And  still  we  live  to  pray. 

3  How  changed,  alas !  are  truths  divine, 

For  error,  guilt,  and  shame ! 
What  impious  numbers,  bold  in  sin, 
Disgrace  the  Christian  name ! 

4  Oh,  turn  us,  turn  us,  mighty  Lord, 

By  thy  resistless  grace ; 
Then  shall  our  hearts  obey  thy  word, 
And  humbly  seek  thy  face. 

"II  tV7  "  On  what  a  slender  thread  hangever* 
J.  J.  O  t  .  lasting  things." 

1  Thee  we  adore,  eternal  Name ! 
And  humbly  own  to  thee 
How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame, 
What  dying  worms  are  we ! 
3  The  year  rolls  round,  and  steals  away 
The  breath  that  rirst  it  gave ; 
Whate'er  we  do,  where'er  we  be, 
We  're  traveling  to  the  grave. 

3  Great  God!  on  what  a  slender  thread 

Hang  everlasting  things ! 
Th'  eternal  state  of  all  the  dead 
Upon  life's  feeble  strings ! 

4  Infinite  joy,  or  endless  woe 

Attends  on  every  breath; 
And  yet,  how  unconcerned  we  go 
Upon  the  brink  of  death ! 

5  Waken,  O  Lord,  our  diowsy  sense, 

To  walk  this  dangerous  road ! 
And  if  our  souls  are  hurried  hence, 
May  they  be  found  with  God. 


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69.  Tlie  Evening  Blessing. 

1  Saviour,  breathe  an  evening  blessing, 

Ere  repose  our  spirits  seal : 
Sin  and  want  we  come  confessing ; 
Thou  canst  save,  and  thou  canst  heal. 

2  Though  destruction  walk  around  us, 

Though  the  arrow  near  us  fly, 
Angel-guards  from  thee  surround  us ; 
We  are  safe,  if  thou  art  nigh. 

3  Though  the  night  be  dark  and  dreary, 

Darkness  can  not  hide  from  thee : 
Thou  art  he  who,  never  weary, 
Watcheth  where  thy  people  be. 

4  Should  swift  death  this  night  o'ertake  us, 

And  our  couch  become  our  tomb, 
May  the  morn  in  heaven  awake  us, 
Clad  in  light  and  deathless  bloom. 

A  o  O . "'  "  Befo  re  the  Cross.* ' 

1  Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing, 

Which  before  the  cross  I  spend ; 
Life,  and  health,  and  peace  possessing, 
From  the  sinner's  dying  Friend. 

2  Truly  blessed  is  this  station, 

Low  before  his  cross  to  lie ; 
While  I  see  divine  compassion 
Beaming  in  his  gracious  eye. 

3  Here  it  is  I  find  my  heaven, 

While  upon  the  cross  I  gaze ; 
Love  I  much  ?  I  've  much  forgiven ; 
I  'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 

4  Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing, 

With  my  tears  his  feet  I  '11  bathe ; 
Constant  still,  in  faith  abiding, 
Life  deriving  from  his  death. 

5  Here  in  tender,  grateful  sorrow 

With  my  Saviour  will  I  stay ; 

*  In  Hymns  295  and  399  commence  with  the  latter  part  of 
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Here  new  hope  and  strength  will  borrow; 
Here  will  love  my  fears  away. 

QQQ  ♦  "  1 will  feed  them  upon  the  mount- 

1  Israel's  Shepherd !  guide  me,  feed  me, 

Through  my  pilgrimage  below ; 
And  beside  the  waters  lead  me, 
Where  thy  sheep  rejoicing  go. 

2  Lest  I  err,  thine  aid  disdaining, 

And  forsake  thy  sheltering  fold, 

Heedless  of  thy  grace  constraining, 

In  the  strength  of  nature  bold, — 

3  Lord,  thy  guardian  presence  ever, 

Meekly  kneeling,  I  implore ; 
Now  thy  grace  hath  found  me,  never 
Would  I  wander  from  thee  more. 

4  Come,  my  soul,  temptation  flying, 

Arm  thee  for  the  strife  within : 
Jesus,  thy  Redeemer,  dying, 
Stamps  an  infamy  on  sin. 

5  Yield,  my  heart,  no  longer  hardened; 

Rouse  thy  every  latent  power : 
Cleansed,  and  washed,  and  freely  par- 
don'd, 
Go  in  peace,  and  sin  no  more. 

70t/.  Prayer  for  the  Saviour's  Guidance. 

1  Gently,  Lord !  oh,  gently  lead  us 

Through  this  lonely  vale  of  tears ; 
Through  the  changes  thou  'st  decreed  us, 

Till  our  last  great  change  appears : 
When  temptation's  darts  assail  us, 

When  in  devious  paths  we  stray, 
Let  thy  goodness  never  fail  us ; 

Lead  us  in  thy  perfect  way. 

2  In  the  hour  of  pain  and  anguish, 

In  the  hour  when  death  draws  near, 
Suffer  not  our  hearts  to  languish, 
Suffer  not  our  souls  to  fear: 


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And,  when  mortal  life  is  ended, 

Bid  us  on  thy  bosom  rest ; 
Till,  by  angel-bands  attended, 

"We  awake  among  the  blest. 

0  O  l) .  Prayer  for  a  lowly  Heart. — Psalm  131. 

1  Let  thy  grace,  Lord,  maku  me  lowly  ; 

Humble  all  my  swelling  pride : 
Fallen,  guilty,  and  unholy, 
Groatness  from  my  eyes  I  '11  hide. 

2  I  '11  forbid  my  vain  aspiring, 

Nor  at  earthly  honors  aim  ; 

No  ambitious  heights  desiring, 

Far  above  my  humble  claim. 

3  Weaned  from  earth's  vexatious  pleasures, 

In  thy  love  I  '11  seek  for  mine ; 
Placed  in  heaven  my  nobler  treasures, 
Earth  I  quietly  resign. 

4  Israel,  thus  the  world  despising, 

On  the  Lord  alone  rely : 
Then,  from  him  thy  joys  arising, 
Like  himself,  shall  never  die. 

f*  £  Q    All  vain,  without  God's  Blessing. 
Uc>J-  Psalm  127. 

1  Vainly  through  night's  weary  hours, 

Keep  we  watch,  Test  foes  alarm  ; 
Vain  our  bulwarks,  and  our  towers, 
But  for  God's  protecting  arm. 

2  Vain  were  all  our  toil  and  labor, 

Did  not  God  that  labor  bless ; 
Vain,  without  his  grace  and  favor, 
Every  talent  we  possess. 

3  Vainer  still  the  hope  of  heaven, 

That  on  human  strength  relies  ; 
But  to  him  shall  help  be  given, 
Who  in  humble  faith  applies. 

4  Seek  we,  then,  the  Lord's  Anointed ; 

He  shall  grant  us  peace  and  rest : 


Ne'er  was  suppliant  disappointed, 
Who  to  Christ  his  prayer  addressed. 

0  /  U.  Giving  the  Heart. 

1  Take  my  heart,  O  Father,  take  it ! 

Make  and  keep  it  all  thine  own  ; 
Let  thy  Spirit  melt  and  break  it — 
This  proud  heart  of  sin  and  stone. 

2  Father,  make  it  pure  and  lowly, 

Fond  of  peace,  and  far  from  strife ; 
Turning  from  the  paths  unholy. 
Of  this  vain  and  sinful  life. 

3  Ever  let  thy  grace  surround  it ; 

Strengthen  it  with  power  divine, 
Till  thy  cords  of  love  have  bound  it : 
Make  it  to  be  wholly  thine. 

4  May  the  blood  of  Jesus  heal  it, 

And  its  sins  be  all  forgiven ; 
Holy  Spirit,  take  and  seal  it, 
Guide  it  in  the  path  to  heaven. 

1  1  R4    "  Aoide  wiih  us  <  for  it  is  toward 
^     *  evening." 

1  Tarry  with  me,  O  my  Saviour ! 

For  the  day  is  passing  by ; 
See!  the  shades  of  evening  gather, 
And  the  night  is  drawing  nigh. 

2  Deeper,  deeper  grow  the  shadows, 

Paler  now  the  glowing  west, 
Swift  the  night  of  death  advances; 
Shall  it  be  the  night  of  rest? 

3  Feeble,  trembling,  fainting,  dying, 

Lord,  I  cast  myself  on  thee  ; 
Tarry  with  me  through  the  darkness : 
While  I  sleep,  still  watch  by  me. 

4  Tarry  with  me,  O  my  Saviour ! 

Lay  my  head  upon  thy  breast 
Till  the  morning ;  then  awake  me- 
Morning  of  eternal  rest! 


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£*9  O.        Prayer  to  Christ  for  Pardon. 

1  O  thou  that  wouldst  not  have 

One  wretched  sinner  die ; 
"Who  diedst  thyself  my  soul  to  save 

From  endless  misery ; 
Show  me  the  way  to  shun 

Thy  dreadful  wrath  severe ; 
That,  when  thou  comest  on  thy  throne, 

I  may  with  joy  appear. 

9  Thou  art  thyself  the  way ; 

Thyself  in  me  reveal : 
So  shall  I  spend  my  life's  short  day 

Obedient  to  thy  will ; 
So  shall  I  love  my  God, 

Because  he  first  loved  me, 
And  praise  thee  in  thy  bright  abode 

To  all  eternity. 

C  1  *7      Peace  found  only  in  serving  God. 
c  L  '  '  Psalm  55. 

1  Let  sinners  take  their  course, 

And  choose  the  road  to  death ; 
But  in  the  worship  of  my  God 
I  '11  spend  my  daily  breath. 

2  My  thoughts  address  his  throne, 

When  morning  brings  the  light ; 
I  seek  his  blessing  every  noon, 
And  pay  my  vows  at  night. 

S  Thou  wilt  regard  my  cries, 
O  my  eternal  God  ! 
While  sinners  perish  in  surprise, 
Beneath  thine  angry  rod. 

4  Because  they  dwell  at  ease, 

And  no  sad  changes  feel, 
They  neither  fear  nor  trust  thy  name, 
Nor  learn  to  do  thy  will. 

5  But  I,  with  all  my  cares, 

Will  lean  upon  the  Lord ; 
I  '11  cast  my  burden  on  his  arm, 
And  rest  upon  his  word. 


6  His  arm  shall  well  sustain 
The  children  of  his  love  ; 
The  ground  on  which  their  safety  stands, 
No  earthly  power  can  move. 

000  "I opened  not  my  mouth ;  because  Tliou 
°  °  * '  didst  it."— Psalm  39. 

1  It  is  thy  hand,  my  God ; 

My  sorrows  come  from  thee ; 
I  bow  beneath  thy  chastening  rod, 
'T  is  love  that  bruises  me. 

2  I  would  not  murmur,  Lord ; 

Before  thee  I  am  dumb : 
Lest  I  should  breathe  one  murmuring 
word 
To  thee  for  help  I  come. 

3  My  God,  thy  name  is  love ; 

A  Father's  hand  is  thine : 
With  tearful  eyes  I  look  above. 
And  cry  "  Thy  will  be  mine !" 

4  I  know  thy  will  is  right, 

Though  it  may  seem  severe ; 
Thy  path  is  still  unsullied  light, 
Though  dark  it  oft  appear. 

5  Jesus  for  me  hath  died ; 

Thy  Son  thou  didst  not  spare ; 
His  pierced  hands,  his  bleeding  side, 
Thy  love  for  me  declare. 

6  Here  my  poor  heart  can  rest ; 

My  God,  it  cleaves  to  thee ; 
Thy  will  is  love,  thine  end  is  best ; 
All  work  for  good  to  me. 


'Create  in  me  a  clean  heart." 


555. 


1  Is  this  the  kind  return  ? 

Are  these  the  thanks  we  owe  ? 
Thus  to  abuse  eternal  Love, 
Whence  all  our  blessings  flow  ? 


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2  To  what  a  stubborn  frame 

Hath  sin  reduced  our  mind ! 
What  strange,  rebellious  wretches  we  ! 
And  God  as  strangely  kind ! 

3  Turn,  turn  us,  mighty  God ! 

And  mold  our  souls  afresh ; 
Break,  sovereign  Grace !  these  hearts  of 
stone, 
And  give  us  hearts  of  flesh. 

4  Let  past  ingratitude 

Provoke  bur  weeping  eyes, 
And  hourly,  as  new  mercies  fall, 
Let  hourly  thauks  arise. 

*7°  Q 

i  3D.      Faith  entreating  for  Pardon. 

1  O  Lord,  how  vile  am  I, 

Unholy  and  unclean ! 
How  can  I  dare  to  venture  nigh 
With  such  a  load  of  sin  ? 

2  Myself  can  hardly  bear 

This  wretched  heart  of  mine; 

How  hateful,  then,  must  it  appear 

To  those  pure  eyes  of  thine ! 

5  And  must  I  then  indeed 

Sink  in  despair  and  die  ? 
Fain  would  I  hope  that  thou  didst  bleed 
For  such  a  wretch  as  I ! 
1  That  blood  which  thou  hast  spilt, 
That  grace  which  is  thine  own, 
Can  cleanse  the  vilest  sinner's  guilt, 
And  soften  hearts  of  stone. 
5  Low  at  thy  feet  I  bow : 
Oh,  pity  and  forgive ! 
Here  will  I  lie  and  wait  till  thou 
Shalt  bid  me  rise  and  live. 


Rft.  "TlvoughUe 


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Ilim" 


1  When  earthly  comforts  die, 

And  thorns  o'crspread  the  road, 


Whither,  oh,  whither  shall  I  fly, 
But  unto  thee,  my  God ! 

2  When  anxious  thoughts  arise, 

And  sorrows  compass  round, 
Amid  ten  thousand  enemies, 
In  thee  my  help  is  found. 

3  Then  at  thy  feet  I  '11  bow, 

And  in  thy  mercy  trust ; 
If  I  am  saved,  how  good  art  thou  I 
And  if  I  perish,  just  ! 

4  Perish ! — it  can  not  be, 

Since  Jesus  shed  his  blood  ; 
The  promise  is  both  rich  and  free, 
And  he  will  make  it  good. 


778. 


'7  trust  in   Tliee:  let  me  not  b« 
ashamed." 


1  Oppressed  with  sin  and  woe, 

A  burdened  heart  I  bear ; 
Opposed  by  many  a  mighty  foe, — 
Yet  will  I  not  despair. 

2  With  this  polluted  heart, 

I  dare  to  come  to  thee, 
Holy  and  mighty  as  thou  art, — 
For  thou  wilt  pardon  me. 

3  I  feel  that  I  am  weak, 

And  prone  to  every  sin  ; 
But  thou,  who  giv'st  to  those  who  seek. 
Wilt  give  me  strength  within. 

4  I  need  not  fear  my  foes, 

I  need  not  yield  to  care, 
I  need  not  sink  beneath  my  woes 
For  thou  wilt  answer  prayer. 

5  In  my  Redeemer's  name, 

I  give  myself  to  thee ; 
Through  him,  unworthy  as  I  am, 
My  God  will  cherUh  inc. 


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Gol.  "Filled  with  all  the  fullness  of  God.' 

1  O  Lord,  I  -would  delight  in  thee, 

And  on  thy  care  depend ; 

To  thee  in  ever}7  trouble  flee, 

My  best,  my  only  Friend. 

2  When  all  created  streams  are  dried, 

Thy  fullness  is  the  same : 

May  I  with  this  be  satisfied, 

And  glory  in  thy  name ! 

3  No  good  in  creatures  can  be  found, 

But  what  is  found  in  thee ; 
I  must  have  all  things  and  abound 
While  God  is  God  to  me. 

4  Oh  that  I  had  a  stronger  faith, 

To  look  within  the  vail, — 
To  credit  what  my  Saviour  saith, 
Whose  word  can  never  fail. 

5  He  who  has  made  my  heaven  secure, 

Will  here  all  good  provide  : 
While  Christ  is  rich,  can  I  be  poor? 
What  can  I  want  beside  ? 

6  0  Lord,  I  cast  my  care  on  thee ; 

I  triumph  and  adore : 
Henceforth  my  great  concern  shall  be 
To  love  and  please  thee  more. 

QOfj  '■'•What  shall  I  render  unto  the  Lord. 
OIV.  Psalm  116. 

1  What  shall  I  render  to  my  God 

For  all  his  kindness  shown  ? 
My  feet  shall  visit  thine  abode, 
My  songs  address  thy  throne. 

2  Among  the  saints  that  fill  thy  house, 

My  offerings  shall  be  paid  ; 
There  shall  my  zeal  perform  the  vows 
My  soul  in  anguish  made. 

3  How  much  is  mercy  thy  delight, 

Thou  ever  blessed  God ! 
How  dear  thy  servants  in  thy  sight! 
How  precious  is  their  blood  I 


4  How  happy  all  thy  servants  are ! 

How  great  thy  grace  to  me  ! 
My  life,  which  thou  hast  made  thy  care, 
Lord,  I  devote  to  thee. 

5  Now  I  am  thine,  for  ever  thine, 

Nor  shall  my  purpose  move ; 
Thy  hand  hath  loosed  my  bonds  of  pain, 
And  bound  me  with  thy  love. 

6  Here  in  thy  courts  I  leave  my  vow, 

And  thy  "rich  grace  record ; 
Witness,  ye  saints,  who  hear  me  now, 
If  I  forsake  the  Lord. 


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*7  "I  will  pay  my  tmcx  unto  the  Lord" 
'  •  Psalm  11G. 


1  I  love  the  Lord :  he  lent  an  ear 

Yv'hen  I  for  help  implored ; 
He  rescued  me  from  all  my  fear ; 
Therefore  I  love  the  Lord. 

2  Return,  my  soul,  unto  thy  rest; 

From  God  no  longer  roam : 
nis  hand  hath  bountifully  blest ; 
His  goodness  called  thee  home. 

3  What  shall  I  render  unto  thee, 

My  Saviour,  in  distress, 
For  all  thy  benefits  to  me, 
So  great  and  numberless  ? 

4  This  will  I  do,  for  thy  love's  sake, 

And  thus  thy  power  proclaim  : 
Salvation's  sacred  cup  I  '11  take, 
And  call  upon  thy  name. 

5  Thou  God  of  covenanted  grace ! 

Hear  and  record  my  vow, — 
While  in  thy  courts  I  seek  thy  face, 
And  at  thine  altar  bow. 

6  Henceforth  myself  to  thee  I  give, 

With  single  heart  and  eye, 
To  walk  before  thee  while  I  live, 
And  bless  thee  when  I  die. 


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1 0 9  O .  "  Weep  with  them  that  weep."" 

1  Lokd,  may  onr  sympathizing  breasts 

Thy  generous  pleasure  know, 
Kindly  to  share  in  others'  joj-s, 
And  weep  for  others'  woe ! 

2  Where'er  the  helpless  sons  of  grief 

In  low  distress  are  laid, 
Soft  be  our  hearts,  their  pains  to  feel, 
And  swift  our  hands  to  aid. 

3  Thus  may  the  sacred  law  of  love 

Through  all  our  actions  shine, 
And  force  a  scoffing  world  to  own 
The  Christian  name  divine. 

1  0  Q  n    " -Be  Ve  perfect,  even  as  your  Father 
±  \J  O  \j  .  in  heaven." 

1  Bright  Source  of  everlasting  love, 

To  thee  our  souls  we  raise ; 
And  to  thy  sovereign  bounty  rear 
A  monument  of  praise. 

2  Thy  mercy  gilds  the  path  of  life 

With  every  cheering  ray, 
Kindly  restrains  the  rising  tear, 
Or  wipes  that  tear  away. 

3  To  tents  of  woe,  to  beds  of  pain, 

Thy  children,  Lord,  repair ; 
And,  with  the  gifts  thy  hand  bestows, 

Relieve  the  mourners  there. 
A  The  widow's  heart  shall  sing  for  joy ; 

The  orphan  shall  be  fed  ; 
The  hungering  soul  we  '11  gladly  point 

To  Christ,  the  living  Bread. 
5  Thus  what  our  heavenly  Father  gave 

Shall  we  as  freely  give ; 
Thus  copy  him  who  lived  to  save, 

And  died  that  we  might  live. 

1  9QQ     '■'■Earnestly  desiring  to  be  clotlied 

I  Father  !  I  long,  I  faint,  to  see 
The  place  of  thine  abode  ; 


I  'd  leave  thine  earthly  courts,  and  flee 
Up  to  thy  seat,  my  God ! 

2  There  all  the  heavenly  hosts  are  seen ; 

In  shining  ranks  they  move; 
And  drink  immortal  vigor  in, 
With  wonder  and  with  love. 

3  Then  at  thy  feet,  with  awful  fear, 

The  adoring  armies  fall ; 
With  joy  they  shrink  to  nothing  there, 
Before  th'  eternal  All. 

4  The  more  thy  glories  strike  my  eyes, 

The  humbler  I  shall  lie; 
Thus  while  I  sink,  my  joys  shall  rise 
Immeasurably  high. 

1239.  Death  is  Ga in. 

1  Whex  musing  sorrow  weeps  the  past, 

And  mourns  the  present  pain, 
'T  is  sweet  to  think  of  peace  at  last, 
And  feel  that  death  is  gain. 

2  'T  is  not  that  murmuring  thoughts  arise, 

And  dread  a  Father's  will ; 
'T  is  not  that  meek  submission  flies, 
And  would  not  suffer  still : 

3  It  is  that  heaven-born  faith  surveys 

The  path  that  leads  to  light, 
And  longs  her  eagle  plumes  to  raise, 
And  lose  herself  in  sight. 

4  Oh,  let  me  wing  my  hallowed  flight 

From  earth-born  woe  and  care, 
And  soar  above  these  clouds  of  night, 
My  Saviour's  bliss  to  share ! 

Doxologt. 

Let  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit,  be  adored, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known, 

Or  saints  to  love  the  Lord ! 


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1 34 .   T7ie  All-seeing  God.—  Psalm  139. 

1  Lord,  thou  hast  searched  and  seen  me 

through ; 
Thine  eye  commands,  with  piercing  view, 
My  rising  and  my  resting  hours, 
My  heart  and  flesh,  with  all  their  powers. 

2  My  thoughts,  before  they  are  my  own, 
Are  to  my  God  distinctly  known  ; 

He  knows  the  words  I  mean  to  speak, 
Ere  from  my  opening  lips  they  break. 

3  Within  thy  circling  power  I  stand ; 
On  every  side  I  find  thy  hand : 
Awake,  asleep,  at  home,  abroad, 

I  am  surrounded  still  with  God. 

4  Amazing  knowledge,  vast  and  great ! 
What  large  extent !  what  lofty  height ! 
My  soul,  "with  all  the  powers  I  boast, 
Is  in  the  boundless  prospect  lost. 

5  Oh,maythese  thoughts  possess  mybreast, 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  rest ! 

Nor  let  my  weaker  passions  dare 
Consent  to  sin,  for  God  is  there. 


"  JJy  soul  waiteth  for  Thee.'1'' 
Psalm  130. 


601. 

1  From  deepdistress  and  troubl'd  thoughts, 

To  thee,  my  God,  I  raise  my  cries ; 
If  thou  severely  mark  our  faults, 
No  flesh  can  stand  before  thine  eyes. 

2  But  thou  hast  built  thy  throne  of  grace, 

Free  to  dispense  thy  pardons  there ; 
That  sinners  may  approach  thy  face, 
And  hope  and  love,  as  well  as  fear. 

3  As  the  benighted  pilgrims  wait, 

And  long  and  wishf  for  breaking  day, 
So  woits  my  soul  before  thy  gate : 
When  will  my  God  his  face  display  ? 

4  My  trust  is  fixed  upon  thy  word, 

Nor  shall  I  trust  thy  word  in  vain  ; 

Let  mourning  souls  address  the  Lord, 

And  find  relief  from  all  their  pain. 


5  Great  is  his  love,  and  large  his  grace, 
Through  the  redemption  of  his  Son} 
He  turns  our  feet  from  sinful  ways, 
And  pardons  what  our  hands  have  dona 

6 1 0 .  The  Joy  of  Pa  rclon. 

1  Tnou  Prince  of  glory,  slain  for  me, 

Breathing  forgiveness  in  thy  prayer; 
That  loving,  melting  look  I  see, 
That  bursting  sigh,  that  tender  tear. 

2  Can  I  behold  that  closing  eye, 

Still  fixed  on  me.  still  beaming  love ! 
And  can  I  see  my  Saviour  die, 
Nor  feel  one  holy  passion  move  ? 

3  Let  me  but  hear  thy  dying  voice 

Pronounce  forgiveness  in  my  breast ; 
My  trembling  spirit  shall  rejofee, 
And  feel  the  calm  of  heavenly  rest. 

4  Lord,  thine  atoning  blood  apply, 

And  life  or  death  is  sweet  to  me; 

In  life's  last  hour,  thy  presence  nigh, 

From  fear  shall  set"  my  spirit  free. 

727.  The  only  Plea. 

1  Jesus,  the  sinner's  Friend,  to  thee, 
Lost  and  undone,  for  aid  I  flee ; 
Weary  of  earth,  myself,  and  sin, 
Open  thine  arms,  and  take  me  in. 

2  Pity  and  save  my  ruined  soul ; 

'T  is  thou  alone  canst  make  me  whole ; 
Dark,  till  in  me  thine  image  shine, 
And  lost  I  am  till  thou  artniine. 

3  At  last  I  own  it  can  not  be 
That  I  should  fit  myself  for  thee : 
Here,  then,  to  thee  I  all  resign; 
Thine  is  the  work,  and  only  thine. 

4  What  can  I  say  thy  grace  to  move  ? 
Lord,  I  am  sin, — but  thou  art  love : 
I  give  up  every  plea  beside, 

Lord,  I  am  lost, — but  thou  hast  died! 


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"  Great  is  thy  faithfulness? 


1  My  God,  how  endless  is  thy  love  ! 

Thy  gifts  are  every  evening  new ; 
And  morning  mercies,  from  above, 
Gently  distill,  like  early  dew. 

2  Thou  sprcad'st  the  curtains  of  the  night, 

Great  Guardian  of  my  sleeping  hours ! 
Thy  sovereign  word  restores  the  light, 
And  quickens  all  my  drowsy  powers. 

3  I  yield  my  powers  to  thy  command ; 

To  thee  I  consecrate  my  days : 
Perpetual  blessings  from  thy  hand 
Demand  perpetual  songs  of  praise. 


*  Tlit  Lord  of  TJorU  is  with  us.' 
r'salm  46. 


198. 


1  God  is  our  refuge  and  defense, 

In  trouble  our  unfailing  aid; 
Secure  in  his  omnipotence, 
What  foe  can  make  our  souls  afraid? 

2  There  is  a  river  pure  and  bright, 

Whose  streams  make  glad  the  heaven- 
ly plains ; 
There,  in  eternity  of  light, 
The  city  of  our  God  remains. 

3  Not  on  a  seraph's  wing  of  fire, — 

But  on  the  mightier  wings  of  prayer 
We  reach  that  home  of  pure  desire, 
And  feel  iiis  cloudless  presence  there. 

4  But  soon,  how  soon  !  our  spirits  droop, 

Unwont  the  air  of  heaven  to  breathe : 
Yet  God,  in  very  deed,  will  stoop, 
And  dwell  himself  with  men  beneath. 

5  Come  to  thy  living  temples,  then  ; 

As  in  the  ancient  times  appear : 
Let  earth  be  paradise  again, 
And  man,  O  God,  thine  image  here! 

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2Q>7     "  L7ow  unsearcliahle  are    Thy  judg- 
°  »  •  menis  /" 

1  Lord,  my  weak  thought  in  vain  would 

climb 
To  search  the  starry  vault  profound ; 
In  vain  would  wing  her  flight  sublime, 
To  And  creation's  outmost  bound. 

2  But  weaker  yet  that  thought  must  prove 

To  search  thy  great  eternal  plan, — 
Thy  sovereign  counsels,  born  of  love 
Long  ages  ere  the  world  began. 

3  When  my  dim  reason  wrould  demand 

Why  that,  or  this,  thou  dost  ordain, 
By  some  vast  deep  I  seem  to  stand, 
Whose  secrets  I  must  ask  in  vain. 

4  When  doubts  disturb  my  troubledbreast, 

And  all  is  dark  as  night  to  me, 
Here,  as  on  solid  rock,  I  rest ; 
That  so  it  seemeth  good  to  thee. 

5  Be  this  my  joy,  that  evermore 

Thou  rulest  all  things  at  thy  will : 
Thy  sovereign  wisdom  I  adore, 
And  calmly,  sweetly,  trust  thee  still. 


806. 


Imitation  of  Christ  in  Suffering. 


1  Dear  Lord,  amid  the  throng  t  hat  pressed 

Around  thee  on  the  cursed  tree, 
Some  loyal,  loving  hearts  were  there, 
Some  pitying  eyes  that  wrept  for  thee. 

2  Like  them  may  we  rejoice  to  own 

Our  dying  Lord,  though  crowned  with 
thorn ; 
Like  thee  thy  blessed  self,  endure 
The  cross  with  all  its  joy  or  scorn,    ' 

3  Thy  cross,  thy  lonely  path  below, 

Show  what  thy  brethren  all  should  be  j 
Pilgrims  on  earth,  disowned  by  those 
Who  see  no  beauty,  Lord,  in  thee. 


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1  Plead  thou,  oh,  plead  my  cause ! 
Each  self-excusing  plea 
My  trembling  soul  withdraws, 

And  flies  to  thee. 
When  justice  rears  her  throne, 
Ah !  who,  save  thee  alone, 
May  stand,  O  spotless  One  ? 
Plead  thou  my  cause ! 


"  Plead  T7iou  my  cause." 

3  Plead,  when  the  tempter's  art, 
To  each  fond  hope  of  mine, 
Denies  this  faithless  heart 

Can  e'er  be  thine. 
If  slander  whisper,  too, 
The  sin  I  never  knew, 
Thou,  who  couldst  urge  the  true, 
Plead  thou  my  cause ! 


Ah  !  plead  not  aught  of  mine 
Before  thine  altar  throne — 
Fragments,  when  all  is  thine,     ■ 

All,  all  thine  own ! 
Thou  seest  what  stains  they  bear, 
Oh,  since  each  tear,  each  prayer, 
Hath  need  of  pardon  there, 

Plead  thou  my  cause  I 


4  Oh,  plead  my  cause  above, 

Plead  thine  within  my  breast ; 
Till  there  thy  peaceful  dove 

Shall  build  her  nest. 
Thou  know'st  this  will,  how  frail ! 
Thou  know'st,  though  language  fail, 
My  soul's  mysterious  tale ; 
Plead  thou  my  cause ! 


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TJie  LigM  of  Life 


1  On  earth  was  darkness  spread — 

One  boundless  night ; 
44  Let  there  be  light,"  God  said— 
And  there  was  light ! 

2  There  hung  a  deeper  gloom 

O'er  quick  and  dead, 
But  Jesus  burst  the  tomb, 
And  darkness  fled. 

3  God  by  his  word  arrayed 

Darkness  with  light : 


God  by  his  Son  displayed 
Day  without  night. 

4  For  thee,  O  man,  arose 

Creation's  ray ! 
For  thee,  too,  brighter  glows 
Salvation's  day. 

5  The  beams  first  poured  on  earth 

For  mortals  shone : 
The  light  of  later  birth 
Immortals  own. 


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Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 

Filled  with  dismay, 
Wait  not  for  to-morrow, 
Yield  thee  to-day : 
Heaven  bids  thee  come, 
While  yet  there 's  room 
Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 
Hear  and  obey. 


Child  of  sin  and  sorroxc.'''1 

2  Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 
Y/hy  wilt  thou  die! 
Come,  while  thou  canst  borrow 
Help  from  on  high  : 
Grieve  not  that  love, 
Which,  from  above, 
Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 
Would  bring  thee  nigh. 


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069.  Yielding  Earth  for  Heaven.— neb.  11 :  16. 

1  My  soul,  go  boldly  forth, 


Forsake  this  sinful  earth ; 
What  hath  it  been  to  thee 

But  pain  and  sorrow  ? 
And  think'st  thou  it  will  be 

Better  to-morrow  ? 
2  Why  wilt  thou  still  delay  ? 
Thou  cam'st  not  here  to  stay : 
What  tak'st  thou  for  thy  part 

But  heavenly  pleasure  ? 
Where  then  should  be  thy  heart, 

But  where 's  thy  treasure  ? 


3  Thy  God,  thy  Head's  above ; 
There  is  the  world  of  love ; 
Mansions  there  purchased  are 

By  Christ's  own  merit ; 
For  these  he  doth  prepare 
Thee,  by  his  Spirit. 

4  Lord  Jesus,  take  my  spirit ; 
I  trust  thy  love  and  merit: 
Take  home  thy  wandering  sheop, 

For  thou  hast  sought  it : 
My  soul  in  safety  keep, 
For  thou  hast  bought  it. 


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"  Nearer,  my  God,  to  ihee." 

1  Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee : 
Ev'n  though  it  be  a  cross 

That  raiseth  me, 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
|:  Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee,  :| 

Nearer  to  thee. 

2  Though  like  a  wanderer, 

Daylight  all  gone, 
Darkness  be  over  me, 

My  rest  a  stone, 
Yet  in  my  dreams,  I  'd  be 
J:  Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee,  :| 

Nearer  to  thee. 

3  There  let  the  way  appear 

Steps  up  to  heaven  ; 
All  that  thou  sendest  me 

In  mercy  given, 
Angels  to  beckon  me 
J:  Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee,  :| 

Nearer  to  thee. 

4  Then  with  my  waking  thoughts, 

Bright  with  thy  praise, 
Out  of  my  stony  griefs, 

Bethel  I  '11  raise  ; 
So  by  my  woes  to  be 
J:  Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee,  :J 

Nearer  to  thee. 

5  Or  if  on  joyful  wing. 

Cleaving  the  sky,  * 


Sun,  moon,  and  stars  forgot 

Upward  I  fly, 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
|:  Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee,  :J 

Nearer  to  thee. 


1224. 


;  Strangers  and  pilgrims  on  iht 
earth" 

1  I  'm  but  a  stranger  here, 

Heaven  is  my  home  ; 
Earth  is  a  desert  drear, 

Heaven  is  my  home : 
Danger  and  sorrow  stand 
Round  me  on  every  hand ; 
Heaven  is  my  fatherland — 

Heaven  is  my  home. 

2  What  though  the  tempest  rage, 

Heaven  is  my  home  ; 
Short  is  my  pilgrimage, 

Heaven  is  my  home : 
Time's  cold  and  wint'ry  blast 
Soon  will  be  overpast ; 
I  shall  reach  home  at  last — 

Heaven  is  my  home. 

3  There,  at  my  Saviour's  side, 

Heaven  is  my  home ; 
I  shall  be  glorified — 

Heaven  is  my  home : 
There  are  the  good  and  blest, 
Those  I  loved  most  and  best, 
And  there  I,  too,  shall  rest  ;— 

Heaven  is  my  home ! 


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Children's  Song  of  the  Happy  Land. 


1  There  is  a  happy  land, 

Far,  far  away, 
Where  saints  in  glory  stand, 

Bright,  bright  as  day ; 
Oh,  how  they  sweetly  sing, 
Worthy  is  our  Saviour  King! 
Loud  let  his  praises  ring, 

Praise,  praise  for  aye. 

2  Come  to  that  happy  land — 

Come,  come  away ; 
Why  will  ye  doubting  stand, 
Why  still  delay  ? 


Oh  !  we  shall  happy  be, 
When  from  sin  and  sorrow  free ; 
Lord,  we  shall  live  with  thee, 
Blest,  blest  for  aye ! 

3  Bright,  in  that  happy  land, 

Beams  every  eye ; 
Kept  by  a  Father's  hand, 

Love  can  not  die  : 
Oh,  then  to  glory  run  ! 
Be  a  crown  and  kingdom  won ; 
And  bright,  above  the  sun, 

We  reign  for  aye ! 


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1  Father,  oh,  hear  me  now ! 

Father  divine  ! 
Thou,  only  thou,  canst  see 
The  heart's  deep  agony; 
Help  me  to  say  to  "thee 

"  Thy  will,  not  mine !" 

2  0  God !  be  thou  my  stay, 

In  this  dark  hour ; 
Kindly  each  sorrow  hear, 


"  0  God  I  oe  TJiou  my  stay:' 


Hush  every  troubled  fear, 

Thee  let  me  still  revere, 

Still  own  thy  power. 

3  In  thee  alone  I  trust, 

Thou  Holy  One ! 
Humbly  to  thee  I  pray 
That  through  each  troubled  day 
Of  life,  I  still  may  say, 

11  Thy  will  be  done !" 


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04  O .  Pleading  with  Sinners. 

1  Heart  of  stone,  relent,  relent ! 

Break,  by  Jesus'  cross  subdued; 
See  his  body  mangled,  rent, 

Covered  with  his  flowing  blood 
Sinful  soul,  what  hast  thou  done ! 
Crucified  th'  incarnate*Son ! 


2  Yes  :  thy  sins  have  done  the  deed, 

Driven  the  nails  that  Axed  him  there : 

Crowned  with  thorns  his  sacred  head, 
Pierced  him  with  the  cruel  spear, 

Made  his  soul  a  sacrifice, 

While  for  sinful  man  he  dies. 


3  \Vilt  thou  let  him  bleed  in  vain  ? 

Still  to  death  thy  Lord  pursue  ? 
Open  all  his  wounds  again, 

And  the  shameful  cross  renew  ? 
No :  with  all  my  sins  I'll  part; 
Break,  oh,  break,  my  bleeding  heart ! 


624. 


Tlie  Hour  of  Need. 


1  O  Tnou  God  who  hearest  prayer 
Every  hour  and  everywhere ! 
For  his  sake,  whose  blood  I  pleadj 
Hear  me  in  my  hour  of  need: 
Only  hide  not  now  thy  face, 
God  of  all-sufficient  grace ! 


2  Hear  and  save  me,  gracious  Lord ! 
For  my  trust  is  in  thy  word ; 
Wash  me  from  the  stain  of  sin, 
That  thy  peace  may  rule  within : 
May  I  know  myself  thy  child, 
Ransomed,  pardoned,  reconciled. 


3  Dearest  Lord !  may  I  so  much 
As  thy  garment's  hem  but  touch, 
Or  but  raise  my  languid  eye 

To  the  cross  where  thou  didst  die, 
It  shall  make  my  spirit  whole — 
It  shall  heal  and  save  my  soul. 

4  Leave  me  not,  my  Strength,  my  Trust  1 
Oh,  remember  I  'm  but  dust ! 

Leave  me  not  again  to  stray ; 
Leave  me  not  the  tempter's  prey. 
Fix  my  heart  on  things  above  ; 
Make  me  happy  in  thy  love. 


632. 


Conflict  with  Sin. 


1  Oxce  I  thought  my  mountain  strong, 

Firmly  fixed,  no  more  to  move : 
Then  my  Saviour  was  my  song, 

Then  my  soul  was  filled  with  love : 
Those  were  happy,  golden  days, 
Sweetly  spent  in  prayer  and  praise. 

2  Little  then  myself  I  knew, 

Little  thought  of  Satan's  power; 
Now  I  feel  my  sins  anew, 

Now  I  feel  the  stormy  hour : 
Sin  has  put  my  joys  to  flight, 
Sin  has  turned  my  day  to  night. 


3  Saviour  !  shine,  and  cheer  my  soul 
Bid  my  dying  hopes  revive ; 

Make  my  wounded  spirit  whole ; 
Far  away  the  tempter  drive : 

Speak  the  word  and  set  me  free ; 

Let  me  live  alone  to  thee. 


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"  Jesus,  Saviour, pity  me" 


1  Pity  xrovd !  this  child  of  clay, 
Who  can  only  weep  and  pray — 
Only  on  thy  love  depend  : 

Thou  who  art  the  sinner's  Friend, 
Thou,  the  sinner's  only  plea — 
Jesus,  Saviour,  pity  me ! 

2  From  thy  flock,  a  straying  lamb, 
Tender  Shepherd,  though  I  am ; 
Now,  upon  the  mountain  cold, 
Lost,  I  long  to  gain  the  fold, 
And  within  thine  arms  to  he : 
Jesus,  Saviour,  pity  me ! 


3  Oh,  where  stillest  streams  are  poured, 
In  green  pastures  lead  me,  Lord ! 
Bring  me  back,  where  angels  sound 
Joy  to  the  poor  wanderer  found : 
Evermore  my  Shepherd  be  : 
Jesus,  Saviour,  pity  me ! 


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.Prayer  for  Audience  with  the  God-man. 


1  Saviour,  when  in  dust  to  thee 
Low  we  bow  th'  adoring  knee ; 
Pleading  all  thy  pain  and  woe 
Suffered  once  for  man  below ; 
Turn  on  us  a  favoring  eye, 
Hear,  oh,  hear  our  humble  cry ! 

2  By  thine  hour  of  dire  despair, 
By  thine  agony  of  prayer, 

By  thy  wounds,  and  pangs,  and  cries, 
By  thy  perfect  sacrifice, — 
Bending  from  thy  throne  on  high, 
Hear,  oh,  hear  our  humble  cry !    . 


3  By  thy  tomb,  whose  dark  abode 
Held  in  vain  the  rising  God, 
Oh,  from  earth  to  heaven  restored, 
Mighty  reascended  Lord ! 
On  thy  seat  above  the  skv, 
Hear,  oh,  hear,  our  humble  cry ! 


741. 


Prayer  for  the  manifested  Presence 
Christ John  14  :  21. 


1  Sox  of  God!  to  thee  I  cry: 
By  the  holy  mystery 

Of  thy  dwelling  here  on  earth, 
By  thy  pure  and  holy  birth, 
Hear,  oh,  hear  my  lowly  plea : 
Manifest  thyself  to  me ! 

2  Lamb  of  God !  to  thee  I  cry : 
By  th}r  bitter  agony, 

By  thy  pangs  to  us  unknown, 
By  thy  spirit's  parting  groan, 
Hear,  oh,  hear  my  lowly  plea: 
Manifest  thyself  to  me ! 


3  Prince  of  Life  !  to  thee  I  cry : 
By  thy  glorious  majesty, 
By  thy  triumph  o'er  the  grave, 
Meek  to  suffer,  strong  to  save, 
Hear,  oh,  hear  my  fervid  plea : 
Manifest  thyself  to  me ! 


4  Lord  of  glory,  God  most  high  I 
Man  exalted  to  the  sky, 
With  thy  love  my  bosom  fill ; 
Prompt  me  to  perform  thy  wiU ; 
Then  thy  glory  I  shall  see — 
Thou  wilt  bring  me  home  to  thee. 


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^ Tl        «^oy  ^  Heaven  over  one  Penitent. 
*"-»-•  Luke  15:  7. 

1  Who  can  describe  the  joys  that  rise 
Through  all  the  courts  of  paradise, 
To  see  a  prodigal  return, 

To  see  an  heir  of  glory  born? 

2  With  joy  the  Father  doth  approve 
The  fruit  of  his  eternal  love; 

The  Son,  with  joy  looks  down  and  sees 
The  purchase  of  his  agonies. 

3  The  Spirit  takes  delight  to  view 
The  holy  soul  he  formed  anew ; 
And  saints  and  angels  join  to  sing 
The  growing  empire  of  their  King. 

ZOO.         "  The  faith  of  joys  to  come." 

1  'T  is  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come 

We  walk  thro'  deserts  dark  as  night ; 
Till  we  arrive  at  heaven,  our  home, 
Faith  is  our  guide,  and  faith  our  light. 

2  The  want  of  sight  she  well  supplies ; 

She  makes  the  pearly  gates  appear; 
Far  into  distant  worlds  she  pries, 
And  brings  eternal  glories  near. 

3  Cheerful  we  tread  the  desert  through, 

While  faith  inspires  a  heavenly  ray ; 

Though  lions  roar,  and  tempests  blow, 

And  rocks  and  dangers  fill  the  way. 

8  O  3 .  The  Worth  of  Prayer. 

1  What  various  hindrances  we  meet 
In  coming  to  a  mercy-seat ! 

Yet  who  that  knows  the  worth  of  prayer 
But  wishes  to  be  often  there  ? 

2  Prayer  makes  the  darkened  clouds  with- 

draw, 
Prayer  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw, 
Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love, 
Brings  every  blessing  from  above. 


3  Restraining  prayer,  we  cease  to  fight  ; 
Prayer    makes    the    Christian's    armor 

bright ; 
And  Satan  trembles  when  he  sees 
The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 

4  Have  you  no  words  ?  ah !  think  again ; 
Words  flow  apace  when  you  complain, 
And  fill  a  fellow-creature's  ear 

With  the  sad  tale  of  all  your  care. 

5  Were  half  the  breath  thus  vainly  spent 
To  heaven  in  supplication  sent, 

Our  cheerful  song  would  oftenerbe, 
"  Hear  what  the  Lord  hath  done  for  me !" 

866.  Nothing  without  Love.—l  Cor.  13  : 1—3. 

1  Had  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews, 
And  nobler  speech  than  angels  use, 

If  love  be  absent,  I  am  found, 

Like  tinkling  brass,  an  empty  sound. 

2  Were  I  inspired  to  preach  and  tell 
All  that  is  done  in  heaven  or  hell, 
Or  could  my  faith  the  world  remove, 
Still  am  I  nothing  without  love. 

3  Should  I  distribute  all  my  store, 

To  feed  the  hungry,  clothe  the  poor — 

Or  give  my  body  to  the  flame, 

To  gain  a  martyr's  glorious  name — 

4  If  love  to  God  and  love  to  men 
Be  absent,  all  my  hopes  are  vain  ; 
Nor  tongues,  nor  gifts,  nor  fiery  zeal, 
The  work  of  love  can  e'er  fulfill. 


"  When  J  am  weak,  then  ai 
2  Cor.  12  :T. 


I  strong? 


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1  Let  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  say, 
"  Strength  shall  be  equal  to  thy  day  ?' 
Then  I  rejoice  in  deep  distress, 
Leaning  on  all-sufficknt  grace. 


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2  I  can  do  all  things — or  can  bear 
All  suffering,  if  my  Lord  be  there ; 
Sweet  pleasures  mingle  with  the  pains, 
While  he  my  sinking  head  sustains. 

S  I  glory  in  infirmity, 

That  Christ's  own  power  may  rest  on  me; 
When  I  am  weak,  then  am  I  strong ; 
Grace  is  my  shield,  and  Christ  my  song. 

1  0  H  ^      "  Jt  is  God  that  jristifiethr 
±\)VJO.  Rom.  8:33-37. 

1  Who  shall  the  Lord's  elect  condemn  ? 

'T  is  God  who  justifies  their  souls ; 
And  mercy,  like  a  mighty  stream, 
O'er  all  their  sins  divinely  rolls. 

2  Who  shall  adjudge  the  saints  to  hell? 

'T  is  Christ  who  suffered  in  their  stead ; 
And,  the  salvation  to  fulfill, 
Behold  him  rising  from  the  dead ! 

3  He  lives !  he  lives !  and  sits  above, 

For  ever  interceding  there : 
Who  shall  divide  us  from  his  love, 
Or  what  should  tempt  us  to  despair? 

4  Shall  persecution,  or  distress, 
Famine,  or  sword,  or  nakedness  ? 

He  who  hath  loved  us  bears  us  through, 
And  makes  us  more  than  conquerors, 
too. 

5  Not  all  that  men  on  earth  can  do, 

Nor  powers  on  high,  nor  powers  below, 

Shall  cause  his  mercy  to  remove, 

Or  wean  our  hearts  from  Christ,  our  love. 

1  0  0  R     "  ^oi  ^V  worJcs  °f  riyhteomness 
x.  \J  u  o .  which  we  have  done." 

1  Now  to  the  power  of  God  supreme 

Be  everlasting  honors  given  ; 
He  saves  from  hell — we  bless  Jiis  name — 
He  guides  our  wandering  feet  to  heaven. 

2  Not  for  our  duties  or  deserts, 

But  of  his  own  abundant  grace, 


He  works  salvation  in  our  hearts, 
And  forms  a  people  for  his  praise. 

3  'T  was  his  own  purpose  that  begun 

To  rescue  rebels  doomed  to  die ; 

He  gave  us  grace  in  Christ  his  Son, 

Before  he  spread  the  starry  sky. 

4  Jesus,  the  Lord,  appears  at  last, 

And    makes    his    Father's    counsels 
known, 
Declares  the  great  transaction  past, 
And  brings  immortal  blessings  down. 

5  He  dies, — and,  in  that  dreadful  night, 

Did  all  the  powers  of  hell  destroy ; 
He  rose,  and  brought  our  heaven  to  fight, 
And  took  possession  of  the  joy. 


"  Go,  preach  My  Gospel." 
Murk  16 :  15-20. 


1135. 


"  Go,  preach  my  gospel,"  saith  the  Lord ; 

"Bid  the  whole  earth  my  grace  re- 
ceive ; 
He  shall  be  saved  who  trusts  my  word ; 

And  they  condemned  who  disbelieve. 
"I'll  make  your  greatcommission  known, 

And  ye  shall  prove  my  gospel  true 
By  all  the  works  that  I  have  done, 

'By  all  the  wonders  ye  shall  do. 
"Teach  all  the  nations  my  commands  ; 

I  'm  with  you  till  tne  world  shall  end ; 
All  power  is  trusted  in  my  hands ; 

I  can  destroy,  and  I  defend." 
He  spake,and  light  shone  round  his  head; 

On  a  bright  cloud  to  heaven  he  rode ; 
They  to  the  farthest  nations  spread 

The  grace  of  their  ascended  God. 

Doxologt. 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  honor,  praise,  and  glory  given, 
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0  (  U.  Prayer  for  a  Seyise  of  Sin. 

1  Oh,  for  that  tenderness  of  heart 

Which 'bows  before  the  Lord! 
Owning  how  just  and  good  thou  art, 
And  trembling  at  thy  word. 

2  Oh,  for  those  humble,  contrite  tears 

Which  from  repentance  flow ! 
Oh,  for  that  sense  of  guilt  which  fears 
The  long-suspended  blow ! 

3  Saviour,  to  me  in  pity  give, 

For  sin,  the  deep  distress — 
The  pledge  thou  wilt  at  last  receive ; 
And  bid  me  die  in  peace. 

4  Oh,  fill  my  soul  with  faith  and  love, 

And  strength  to  do  thy  will ! 
Raise  my  desires  and  hopes  above ; 
Thyself  to  me  reveal. 

0  Y  9 .     "  Oh,  wretched  man  that  I  am  /" 

1  With  tears  of  anguish  I  lament, 

Here,  at  thy  feet,  my  God, 
My  passion,  pride,  and  discontent, 
And  vile  ingratitude. 

2  Sure,  there  was  ne'er  a  heart  so  base, 

So  false  as  mine  has  been ; 
So  faithless  to  its  promises, 
So  prone  to  every  sin  ! 

3  How  long,  dear  Saviour,  Ghall  I  feel 

These  struggles  in  my  breast "? 
When  wilt  thou  bow  my  stubborn  will, 
And  give  my  conscience  rest  ? 

4  Break,  sovereign  Grace,  oh,  break  the 

charm, 
And  set  the  captive  free  ! 
Reveal,  almighty  God,  thine  arm, 
And  haste'to  rescue  me. 


0  Lord,  in  wrath  remember  mercy '.' 
Psalm  38 


591.' 


1  Amid  thy  wrath  remember  love ; 
Restore  thy  servant,  Lord ; 


Nor  let  a  Father's  chastening  prove 
Like  an  avenger's  sword. 

2  My  sins  a  heavy  load  appear, 

And  o'er  my  "head  arc  gone  ; 
Too  heavy  they  for  me  to  bear, 
Too  hard  for  mc  t'  atone. 

3  My  thoughts  are  like  a  troubled  sea, 

My  head  still  bending  down ; 

And  I  go  mourning  all" the  day, 

Beneath  my  Father's  frown." 

4  All  my  desire  to  thee  is  known; 

Thine  eye  counts  every  tear ; 
And  every  sigh,  and  every  groan, 
Is  noticedby  thine  ear. 

5  My  God,  forgive  my  follies  past, 

And  be  for  ever  nigh ; 
Thou  God  of  my  salvation,  haste, 
Before  thy  servant  die. 


'■'■There  is  forgiveness  with  Tliee? 
Psalm  130. 


600. 


1  Out  of  the  deeps  of  long  distress, 

The  borders  of  despair, 
I  sent  my  cries  to  seek  thy  grace, 
My  groans  to  move  thine  ear. 

2  Great  God !  should  thy  severer  eye, 

And  thine  impartial  hand, 
Be  strict  to  mark  iniquity, 
No  mortal  flesh  could  stand. 

3  But  there  are  pardons  with  my  God, 

For  crimes  of  high  degree ; 
Thy  Son  has  bought  them  with  his  bloodj 
To  draw  us  near  to  thee. 

4  I  wait  for  thy  salvation,  Lord ; 

With  strong  desires  I  wait : 

My  soul,  invited  by  thy  word, 

Stands  watching  at  thy  gate. 

5  In  God  the  Lord  let  Israel  trust ; 

O  sinners,  seek  his  face : 
The  Lord  is  good,  as  well  as  just, 
And  plenteous  is  his  grace. 


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m"  Turn  «5,  0  God  of  our  saltation.''' 
Psalm  85. 

1  Lord  !  at  thy  feet  we  sinners  lie, 

And  knock  at  mercy's  door : 
With  heavy  heart  and" downcast  eye, 
Thy  favor  we  implore. 

2  On  us  the  vast  extent  display 

Of  thy  forgiving  love  ; 
Take  all  ourheinous  guilt  away ; 
This  heavy  load  remove. 

3  'T  is  mercy — mercy  we  implore  ; 

We  would  thy  pity  move : 
Thy  grace  is  an  exhaustless  store, 
And  thou  thyself  art  love. 

4  Oh,  for  thine  own,  for  Jesus'  sake 

Our  numerous  sins  forgive ! 
Thy  grace  our  rocky  hearts  can  break : 
Heal  us,  and  bid  us  live. 

5  Thus  melt  us  down,  thus  make  us  bend, 

And  thy  dominion  own  ; 

Nor  let  a  rival  more  pretend 

To  repossess  thy  throne. 

C\  1  €>    "I  have  trusted  in  Thy  mercy." 
U±°-  Psalm  13. 

1  How  long  wilt  thou  forget  me,  Lord  ? 

Must  I  "for  ever  mourn  ? 
How  long  wilt  thou  withdraw  from  me ; 
Oh !  never  to  return  ? 

2  Hear  thou,  and  to  my  longing  eyes 

Restore  thy  wonted  light, 
And  suddenly,  or  I  shall  sleep 

In  everlasting  night. 
S  Since  I  have  always  placed  my  trust 

Beneath  thy  mercy's  wing, 
Thy  saving  health  will  come,  and  then 

My  heart  with  joy  shall  spring. 
4  Then  shall  I  raise  glad  songs  of  praise 

To  my  forgiving  Lord  ; 
And  thou  wilt  ever  be  my  Help, 

My  Hop«,  my  large  Reward. 


fi20    "  Turn  Tliee  unto  me,  and  have  mercy 
\JA\J.  upon  me." 

1  O  thou,  whose  tender  mercy  hears 

Contrition's  humble  sigh ; 
Whose  hand  indulgent  wupes  the  tears 
From  sorrow's  weeping  eye. 

2  See,  Lord,  before  thy  throne  of  grace, 

A  wretched  wanderer  mourn  : 
Hast  thou  not  bid  me  seek  thy  face  ? 
Hast  thou  not  said — "  Return  ?" 

3  And  shall  my  guilty  fears  prevail 

To  drive  me  from  thy  feet  ? 
Oh,  let  not  this  dear  refuge  fail, 
This  only  safe  retreat ! 

4  Absent  from  thee,  my  Guide  !  my  Light ! 

Without  one  cheering  ray, 
Through    dangers,  fears,  and   gloomy 
night, 
How  desolate  my  way  ! 

5  Oh,  shine  on  this  benighted  heart, 

With  beams  of  mercy  shine  ! 
And  let  thy  healing  voice  impart 
A  taste  of  joy  divine. 

/  1  _  .  A  weeping  Saviour. 

1  And  can  mine  eyes,  without  a  tear, 

A  weeping  Saviour  see  ? 
Shall  I  not  weep  his  groans  to  hear 
Who  groaned  and  died  for  me  ? 

2  Blest  Jesus !  let  those  tears  of  thine 

Subdue  each  stubborn  foe  ; 
Come,  fill  my  heart  with  love  divine, 
And  bid  my  sorrows  flow. 

Doxologt. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

One  God,  whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory  as  it  was,  is  now, 

And  shall  be  evermore ! 


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K1  f\    Gentleness  of  GocTs  Commands. 
wi.U.  Psalin55. 

1  How  gentle  God's  commands ! 

How  kind  his  precepts  are  ! 
Come,  cast  your  burdens  on  the  Lord, 
And  trust  his  constant  care. 

2  Beneath  his  watchful  eye 

His  saints  securely  dwell ; 
That  hand  which  bears  all  nature  up, 
Shall  guard  his  children  well. 

3  Why  should  this  anxious  load 

Press  down  your  weary  mind  ? 
Haste  to  your  heavenly  Father's  throne, 
And  sweet  refreshment  find. 

4  His  goodness  stands  approved, 

Unchanged  from  day  to  day  : 
I  '11  drop  my  burden  at  his  feet, 
And  bear  a  song  away. 


Blessings  of  Christian  Unity. 
Psalm  133. 


8G1, 


1  Blest  are  the  sons  of  peace 

Whose  hearts  and  hopes  are  one  ; 
Whose  kind  designs  to  serve  and  please 
Through  all  their  actions  run. 

3  Blest  is  the  pious  house 

Where  zeal  and  friendship  meet : 
Their  songs  of  praise,  their  mingled  vows, 
Make  their  communion  sweet. 

3  From  those  celestial  springs 
Such  streams  of  pleasure  flow, 
As  no  increase  of  riches  brings, 
Nor  honors  can  bestow. 

i  Thus  on  the  heavenly  hills 
The  saints  are  blest  above  ; 
Where  joy,  like  morning  dew,  distills, 
And  all  the  air  is  love  f 


y  (J  7 .     "  J!/y  peace  I  give  unto  you.11* 

1  Let  not  your  heart  be  faint, 

My  peace  I  give  to  you, — 
Such  peace  as  reason  never  planned, 
Nor  sinners  ever  knew. 

2  It  tells  of  joys  to  come; 

It  soothes  the  troubled  breast ; 
It  shines,  a  star  amid  the  storm— 
The  harbinger  of  rest. 

3  Then  murmur  not,  nor  mourn, 

My  people  flint  and  few  ; 
Though  earth  to  its  foundation  shake, 
My  peace  I  leave  with  you. 

J  OO.  "  T7ia  Spirit  of  God  dwelleth  in  you. 

1  Blest  are  the  pure  in  heart, 

For  they  shall  see  their  God . 

The  secret  of  the  Lord  is  theirs ; 

Their  soul  is  Christ's  abode. 

2  The  Lord,  who  left  the  heavens, 

Our  life  and  peace  to  bring ; 
To  dwell  in  lowliness  with  men, 
Their  pattern  and  their  King ; — 

3  He  to  the  lowly  soul 

Doth  still  himself  impart, 
And  for  his  dAvelling,  and  his  throne, 
Chooseth  the  pure  in  heart. 

4  Lord,  we  thy  presence  seek  : 

May  ours  this  blessing  be  ; 
Oh,  give  the  pure  and  lowly  heart 
A  temple  meet  for  thee ! 

A  A  O    "7  will  fear  no  evil,  for  Tlwu  art  with 
<±  U  O .  we."— Psalm  23. 

1  While  my  Redeemer 's  near, 
My  shepherd  and  my  guide, 
I  bid  farewell  to  anxious  fear ; 
My  wants  are  all  supplied. 


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2  To  ever  fragrant  meads, 

Where  rich  abundance  grows, 

His  gracious  hand  indulgent  leads, 

And  guards  my  sweet  "repose. 

3  Dear  Shepherd,  if  I  stray, 

My  wandering  feet  restore  ; 
To  thy  fair  pastures  guide  my  way, 
And  let  me  rove  no  more. 


Jesus  our  living  Head. 


786. 

1  Our  heavenly  Father  calls, 

And  Christ  invites  us  near ; 
With  both,  our  friendship  shall  be  sweet, 
And  our  communion  dear. 

2  God  pities  all  our  griefs ; 

He  pardons  every  day, — 
Almighty  to  protect  our  souls, 
And  wise  to  guide  our  way. 


3  How  large  his  bounties  are  ! 

What  various  stores  of  good, 
Diffused  from  our  Redeemer's  hand, 
And  purchased  with  his  blood ! 

4  Jesus,  our  living  Head ! 

We  bless  thy  faithful  care,— 
Our  Advocate  before  the  throne, 
And  our  Forerunner  there. 

5  Here  fix,  my  roving  heart ; 

Here  wait,  my  warmest  love ; 
Till  the  communion  be  complete, 
In  nobler  scenes  above. 


Doxology. 

The  Father  and  the  Son 

And  Spirit  we  adore  ; 
We  praise,  we  bless,  we  worship  thee, 

Both  now  and  evermore ! 


DENNIS.    S.  M. 


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AHA  Prayer  of  the  Publican. 

UUO-  Luke  18:  13. 

1  With  broken  heart  and  contrite  sigh, 
A  trembling  sinner,  Lord,  I  cry  ; 
Thy  pardoning  grace  is  rich  and  free  : 
O  God,  be  merciful  to  me ! 

2  I  smite  upon  my  troubled  breast, 
With  deep  and  conscious  guilt  oppressed; 
Christ  and  his  cross  my  only  plea : 

O  God,  be  merciful  to  me ! 

S  Far  off  I  stand  with  tearful  eyes, 
Nor  dare  uplift  them  to  the  skies ; 
But  thou  dost  all  my  anguish  see : 
0  God,  be  merciful  to  me ! 

4  Nor  alms,  nor  deeds  that  I  have  done, 
Can  for  a  single  sin  atone  ; 
To  Calvary  alone  I  flee : 
O  God,  be  merciful  to  me! 

?  And  when  redeemed  from  sin  and  hell, 
With  all  the  ransomed  throng  I  dwell, 
My  raptured  song  shall  ever  be, 
God  has  been  merciful  to  me ! 


6o3«      Penitence  for broken  Vows. 

1  When  silent  steal  across  my  soul 
Remembrances  of  broken  vows, 
And  tears,  almost  beyond  control, 
Flow,  as  my  guilty  spirit  bows, — 

2  'T  is  then  I  Ve  caught  the  Saviour's  eye, 
Viewing  with  looks  of  injured  love, 

A  soul,  for  whom  he  deigned  to  die, 
Inconstant  and  ungrateful  prove. 

3  Oh !  had  he  not  so  kindly  glanced 
(My  weeping  soul  in  anguish  cries,) 

I  could  have  borne  that  searching  look  ; 
But  now  I  yield :  my  spirit  dies, 


4  No  more  on  promises  I  '11  rest, 
Nor  resolutions  vainly  made ; 
But  leaning  on  my  Saviour's  breast, 
Implore  his  Spirit's  gracious  aid. 

1  1  &(\     "I  have  fought  a  good  fight." 
-LJ.OU.  2Tim.  4:  6-S. 

1  The  hour  of  my  departure  's  come  ; 
I  hear  the  voice  that  calls  me  home  ; 
Now,  O  my  God!  let  trouble  cease, 
And  let  thy  servant  die  in  peace. 

2  The  race  appointed  I  have  run ; 

The  combat 's  o'er,  the  prize  is  won  ; 
And  now  my  witness  is  on  high, 
And  now  my  record  's  in  the  sky. 

3  Not  in  mine  innocence  I  trust ; 
I  bow  before  thee  in  the  dust ; 

And  through  my  Saviour's  blood  alone? 
I  look  for  mercy  at  thy  throne. 

4  I  come,  I  come,  at  thy  command ; 
I  give  my  spirit  to  thy  hand ; 
Stretch  forth  thine  everlasting  arms, 
And  shield  me  in  the  last  alarms. 

1900  TJie  Dav  of  Wrath. 

_LZjOO.(A  nymnof  the  Thirteenth  Century.) 

1  That  day  of  wrath  !  that  dreadful  day, 
When  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away ! 
What  power  shall  be  the  sinner's  stay"? 
How  shall  he  meet  that  dreadful  day  ? 

2  When,  shriveling  like  a  parched  scroll, 
The  flaming  heavens  together  roll ; 
When  louder  yet,  and  yet  more  dread, 
Swells  the  high  trump  that  wakes  the 

dead !— 

3  Oh  !  on  that  day— that  wrathful  day, 
When  man  to  judgment  wakes  from  clay, 
Be  thou  the  trembling  sinner's  stay, 
Tho'  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away  ! 


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54  8.    The  narrow  Way.— Matt.  7 :  13, 14. 

1  Broad  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death, 
And  thousands  walk  together  there ; 
But  wisdom  shows  a  narrow  path, 
With  here  and  there  a  traveler. 

2  "  Deny  thyself,  and  take  thy  cross," 
Is  the  Redeemer's  great  command  : 
Nature  must  count  her  gold  but  dross, 
If  she  would  gain  this  heavenly  land. 

3  The  fearful  soul  that  tires  and  faints, 
And  walks  the  ways  of  God  no  more, 
Is  but  esteemed  almost  a  saint, 
And  makes  his  own  destruction  sure. 

4  Lord !  let  not  all  my  hopes  be  vain  ; 
Create  my  heart  entirely  new : 
Which  hypocrites  could  ne'er  attain ; 
Wrhich  false  apostates  never  knew. 

~\~\  CK(\    "  Whose  foundation  is  in  the  dust.'" 
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1  Shall  the  vile  race  of  flesh  and  blood 
Contend  with  their  Creator,  God  ? 
Shall  mortal  worms  presume  to  be 
More  holy,  wise,  or  just  than  he  ? 

2  Behold,  he  puts  his  trust  in  none 
Of  all  the  spirits  round  his  throne; 
Their  natures,  when  compared  with  his 
Are  neither  holy,  just,  nor  wise. 

5  But  how  much  meaner  things  are  they 
Who  spring  from  dust,  and  dwell  in  clay ! 
Touched  by  the  finger  of  thy  wrath, 
We  faint  and  vanish  like  the  moth. 

t4  From  night  to  day,  from  day  to  night, 
We  die  by  thousands  in  thy  sight ; 
Buried  in  dust  whole  nations  lie, 
Like  a  forgotten  vanity. 

6  Almighty  Power !  to  thee  we  bow : 
How  frail  are  we !  how  glorious  thou ! 
No  more  the  sons  of  earth  shall  dare 
With  an  eternal  God  compare. 


1  1  &7    "  Alone  tcith  Tliee,  in  that  dread 

1  The  moment  comes,  when  strength  shall 

fail, 
When,  health,  and  hope,  and  courage 

flown, 
I  must  go  down  into  the  vale 
And  ehade  of  death,  with  thee  alone. 

2  Alone  with  thee  !  in  that  dread  strife 
Uphold  me  in  mine  agony  ; 

And  gently  be  this  dying  life 
Exchanged  for  immortality. 

3  Then,  when  th'  unbodied  spirit  lands 
Where  flesh  and  blood  hath  never  trod, 
And  in  the  unvailed  presence  stands 
Of  thee,  my  Saviour  and  my  God, — 

4  Be  mine  eternal  portion  this, 

Since  thou  wert  always  here  with  me, 
That  I  may  view  thy  face  in  bliss, 
And  be  for  evermore  with  thee. 

1289.     Tremlling  in  Fear  of  Hell 

1  Father! — if  I  may  call  thee  so, — 
I  tremble  with  my  one  desire  : 
Lift  up  this  heavy  load  of  woe, 
Nor  let  me  in  my  sins  expire ! 

2  I  tremble,  lest  the  wrath  divine, 
Which  bruises  now  my  sinful  soul, 
Should  bruise  and  break  this  soul  of  mine, 
Long  as  eternal  ages  roll. 

3  Thy  wrath  I  fear,  thy  wrath  alone, 
This  endless  exile,  Lord,  from  thee  ! 
Oh,  save !  oh,  give  me  to  thy  Son, 
Who  trembled,  wept,  and  bled  for  me ! 

Doxologt. 
Glory  to  thee,  O  God,  most  high ! 
Father,  we  praise  thy  majesty  ! 
The  Son,  the  Spirit,  we  adore, 
One  Godhead,  blest  for  evermore! 


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I  0  /  .  "  ,Faj%  xchicli  tcorketh  by  love." 

1  Faith  is  the  polar  star 

That  guides  the  Christian's  way, 
Directs  his  wanderings  from  afar 

To  realms  of  endless  day : 
It  points  the  course,  where'er  he  roam, 
And  safely  leads  the  pilgrim  home. 

2  Faith  is  the  rainbow's  form 

Hung  on  the  brow  of  heaven, 
The  glory  of  the  passing  storm, 

The  pledge  of  mercy  given : 
It  is  the  bright  triumphal  arch 
Through  which  the  saints  to  glory  march. 

3  The  faith  that  works  by  love, 

And  purifies  the  heart, 
A  foretaste  of  the  joys  above 

To  mortals  can  impart : 
It  bears  us  through  this  earthly  strife, 
And  triumphs  inlmmortal  life. 

*|  9 1  4-  "  ATeit7ier  shall  there  be  any  more 
J--J-L^fc»  pain.'''' 

1  Friend  after  friend  departs : 

Who  hath  not  lost  a  friend  ? 

RUNDELL.    C.  H.  M. 

-I 1 


There  is  no  union  here  of  hearts 

That  finds  not  here  an  end  : 
Were  this  frail  world  our  final  rest, 
Living  or  dying,  none  were  blest. 

2  Beyond  the  flight  of  time, 

Beyond  this  vale  of  death, 
There  surely  is  some  blessed  clime 

Where  life  is  not  a  breath, — 
Nor  life's  affections  transient  fire, 
Whose  sparks  fly  upward  to  expire. 

3  There  is  a  world  above, 

Where  parting  is  unknown, 
A  whole  eternity  of  love, 

Formed  for  the  good  alone  ; 
And  faith  beholds  the  dying  here 
Translated  to  that  happier  sphere. 

4  Thus  star  by  star  declines, 

Till  all  are  passed  away, 
As  morning  high  and  higher  shines 

To  pure  and  perfect  day : 
Nor  sink  those  stars  in  empty  night — 
They  hide  themselves  in  heaven's  own 
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"Save  Tlnj  people,  and  bless  Tliine  inheritance.'1'' 


1  From  foes  that  would  the  land  devour 
From  guilty  pride,  and  lust  of  power; 
From  wild  sedition's  lawless  hour ; 

From  yoke  of  slavery ; 
From  blinded  zeal,  by  faction  led ; 
From  giddy  change,  by  fancy  bred  ; 
From  poisoned  error's  serpent  head, 

Good  Lord,  preserve  us  free  ! 


2  Defend,  O  God,  with  guardian  hand, 
The  laws  and  rulers  of  our  land, 
And  grant  thy  churches  grace  to  stand 

In  faith  and  unity! 
Thy  Spirit's  help  of  thee  we  crave, 
That  thy  Messiah,  sent  to  save, 
Returning  to  the  world,  might  have 

A  people  serving  thee ! 


t/  O  I  .  "  Sorrowing,  yet  always  rejoicing." 

[Tune  Rundell,  opposite  paere.] 
1  When  I  can  trust  my  all  with  God, 
In  trial's  fearful  hour, 
Bow,  all  resigned,  beneath  his  rod, 

And  bless  his  sparing  power, 
•A- joy  springs  up  amid  distress, — 
A  fountain  in  the  wilderness. 


Oh,  to  be  brought  to  Jesus'  feet, 
Though  sorrows  fix  me  there, 
Is  still  a  privilege ;  and  sweet 
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The  energy  of  prayer, 
Though  sighs  and  tears  its  language  bo, 
If  Christ  be  nigh,  and  smile  on  me. 

Then  blessed  be  the  hand  that  gave ; 

Still  blessed  when  it  takes ; 
Blessed  be  he  who  smites  to  save, 

Who  heals  the  heart  he  breaks : 
Perfect  and  true  are  all  bis  ways, 
Whom  heaven  adores,  and  earth  obe3*s. 


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1144. 


"Twill praise  the  name  of  God  with  a  song? 


1  Let  every  heart  rejoice  and  sing ; 
Let  choral  anthems  rise ; 
Te  reverend  men,  and  children,  bring 

To  God  your  sacrifice : 
For  he  is  good,— the  Lord  is  good, 

And  kind  are  all  his  ways : 
With  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud, 
The  Lord  Jehovah  praise  ; 
While  the  rocks  and  the  rills, 
While  the  vales  and  the  hills 
A  glorious  anthem  raise, 
Let  each  prolong  the  grateful  song, 
And  the  God  of  our  fathers  praise. 


He  bids  the  sun  to  rise  and  set ; 

In  heaven  his  power  is  known ; 
And  earth,  subdued  to  him,  shall  yet 

Bow  low  before  his  throne : 
For  he  is  good, — the  Lord  is  good, 

And  kind  are  all  his  ways : 
With  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud, 

The  Lord  Jehovah  praise ; 
While  the  rocks  and  the  rills, 
While  the  vales  and  the  hills 

A  glorious  anthem  raise, 
Let  each  prolong  the  grateful  song, 

And  the  God  of  our  fathers  praise. 


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Blessed  are  they  that  mourn." — Matt.  5  :  4, 


i  I  heard  the  voice  of  love  divine, 
Addressing  man  to  trouble  born  ; 
What  accents,  Saviour,  then  were  thine 
"  Blessed  are  they  that  mourn !" 

2  Again  it  spoke :  "  Come  unto  me, 

Thou  with  distress  and  labor  worn ; 
Best  and  refreshment  are  for  thee : 
Blessed  are  they  that  mourn !" 

3  I  heard  a  voice  in  truth's  pure  word, 

A  saint  who  sorrow's  yoke  had  borne : 


"  Blest  is  the  man  thou  chast'nest,  Lord ! 
Blessed  are  they  that  mourn  !" 

•1  I  heard  an  angel-voicc  proclaim,  [adorn, 
"Yon    victors  bright,    whom    crowns 
Through  tribulation  great  they  came : 
Blessed  are  they  that  mourn !" 

5  "Why  should  I  then  for  sufferings  grieve, 
Sincesorrowleads  to  joy'sbright  bourn? 
Let  me  indeed  the  words  believe  : 
"Blessed  are  they  that  mourn  I" 


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Prayer  for  Christ's  aid  in  Toil. 


1  Lo !  the  storms  of  life  are  breaking; 
Faithless  fears  our  hearts  are  shaking : 
For  our  succor  undertaking, 

Lord  and  Saviour,  help  us ! 

2  Lo  !  the  world  from  thee  rebelling, 
Round  thy  church  in  pride  is  swelling! 
With  thy  word  their  madness  quelling, 

Lord  aud  Saviour,  help  us  ! 


3  On  thine  own  command  relying, 
We  our  onward  task  are  plying ; 
Unto  thee  for  safety  sighing, 

Lord  and  Saviour,  help  us ! 

4  By  thy  birth,  thy  cross,  and  passion, 
By  thy  tears  of  deep  compassion, 
By  thy  mighty  intercession, 

Lord  and^Saviour,  help  us  I 


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QoO.Frayerfor  the  Indwelling  of  the  Spirit. 

1  Holt  Spirit !  Love  Divine ! 
Let  thy  light  "within  me  shine  ; 
Breathe  thyself  into  my  breast : 
Earnest  of  immortal  rest. 

2  Let  me  never  from  thee  stray, 
Keep  me  in  the  narrow  way : 
Keep  me  thine,  for  ever  thine; 
Let  thy  love  and  joy  be  mine. 

513.  Tlie  Prodiga  I  inv  ited. 

1  Brother,  hast  thon  wandered  far 

From  thy  Father's  happy  home, 
"With  thyself  and  God  at  war  ? 
Turn  thee,  brother ;  homeward  come. 

2  Hast  thou  wasted  all  the  powers 

God  for  noble  uses  gave  ? 
Squandered  life's  most  golden  hours  ? 
Turn  thee,  brother  ;  God  can  save. 

3  He  can  heal  thy  bitterest  wound, 

He  thy  gentlest  prayer  can  hear ; 
Seek  him,  for  he  may  be  found ; 
Call  upon  him ;  he  is  near. 


539.     "  Why  will  ye  die  ?"— Ezek.  S3  :  11. 

1  Sinners,  turn  ;  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  your  Maker,  asks  you  why — 
God,  who  did  your  being  give, 
Made  you  with  himself  to  live. 

2  Sinners,  turn !  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  your  Saviour,  asks  you  why — 
He  who  did  your  souls  retrieve, 
He  who  died,  that  ye  might  live. 

3  "Will  you  let  him  die  in  vain  ? 
Crucify  your  Lord  again  ? 
Why,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  why 
Will  ye  slight  hi3  grace,  and  die  ? 


4  Sinners,  turn  ;  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  the  Spirit,  asks  you  why — 
He  who  all  your  lives  bath  strove, 
Wooed  you  to  embrace  his  love. 

5  Will  ye  not  his  grace  receive  ? 
Wrill  ye  still  refuse  to  live? 
Oh !  ye  dying  sinners,  why 

Will  ye  grieve  your  God,  and  die  ? 


546. 


"  Where  wilt  thou  appear  f" 
1  Pet.  4  :  IS. 


1  When  thy  mortal  life  is  fled, 

Wrhen  the  death-shades  o'er  thee  spread, 
When  is  finished  thy  career, 
Sinner,  where  wilt  thou  appear  ? 

2  When  the  Judge  descends  in  light, 
Clothed  in  majesty  and  might ; 
When  the  wicked  quail  with  fear, 
Where,  oh,  where  wilt  thou  appear  f 

3  While  the  Holy  Ghost  is  nigh, 
Quickly  to  the  Saviour  fly  : 
Then  shall  peace  th)r  spirit  cheer; 
Then  in  heaven  shalt  thou  appear. 

0 1 2i .        "  Deep  regret  for  follies  pasV ' 

1  God  of  mercy !  God  of  love  ! 

Hear  our  sad,  repentant  song ; 
Sorrow  dwells  on  every  face, 
Penitence  on  every  tongue. 

2  Deep  regret  for  follies  past, 

Talents  wasted,  time  misspent ; 
Hearts  debased  by  worldly  cares, 
Thankless  for  the  blessings  lent ; 

3  Foolish  fears  and  fond  desires, 

Vain  regrets  for  things  as  vain ; 
Lips  too  seldom  taught  to  praise, 
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4  The«e,  and  every  secret  fault, 

Filled  with  grief  and  shame,  we  own 
Humbled  at  thy  feet  we  lie, 
Seeking  pardon  from  thy  throne. 

5  God  of  mercy !  God  of  grace  ! 

Hear  our  sad,  repentant  songs  ; 
Oh,  restore  thy  suppliant  race, 
Thou  to  whom  all  praise  belongs  ! 

589.  "Ln vest  thou  Me  V 

1  Could  my  heart  so  hard  remain, 

Prayer  a  task  and  burden  prove, 
Every  trifle  give  me  pain, 
If  I  knew  a  Saviour's  love  ? 

2  When  I  turn  my  eyes  within, 

All  is  dark,  and  vain,  and  wild; 
Filled  with  unbelief  and  sin, 
Can  I  deem  myself  a  child  ? 

3  Yet  I  mourn  my  stubborn  will, 

Find  my  sin  a  grief  and  thrall ; 
Should  I  grieve  for  what  I  feel, 
If  I  did  not  love  at  all? 

4  Lord,  decide  the  doubtful  case ; 

Thou  who  art  thy  people's  Sun, 
Shine  upon  thy  work  of  grace, 
If  it  be,  indeed,  begun. 

5  Let  me  love  thee  more  and  more, 

If  I  love  at  all,  I  pray ; 
If  I  have  not  loved  before, 
Help  me  to  begin  to-day. 


U  L  O .  Confession. 

1  Oh  these  eyes,  how  dark  and  blind ! 
Oh  this  foolish,  earthly  mind  ! 
Oh  this  froward,  selfish  will, 
Which  refuses  to  be  still ! 


2  Oh  these  ever  roaming  eyes, 
Upward  that  refuse  to  rise  ! 

Oh  these  wayward  feet  of  mine, 
Found  in  every  path  but  thine ! 

3  Oh  this  stubborn,  praycrless  knee, 
Hands  so  seldom  clasped  to  thee, 
Longings  of  the  soul  that  go, 
Like"  the  wild  wind,  to  and  fro ! 

4  To  and  fro,  without  an  aim, 
Turning  idly  whence  they  came; 
Bringing  in  no  joy,  no  bliss, 
Adding  to  my  weariness. 

5  Giver  of  the  heavenly  peace, 
Bid,  oh,  bid  these  tumults  cease ; 
Minister  thy  holy  balm. 

Fill  me  with  thy  Spirit's  calm. 

6  Thou,  the  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way, 
Leave  me  not  in  sin  to  stay  ; 
Bearer  of  the  sinner's  guilt, 

Lead  me,  lead  me,  as  thou  wilt ! 


"  N~o  more  my  oicn,  but  thine." 
Luke  23  :  34. 


838. 


1  Let  me  dwell  on  Golgotha, 
Weep  and  love  my  life  away  ! 
While  I  see  him  on  the  tree 
Weep,  and  bleed,  and  die  for  me! 

2  Hark !  his  dying  word :  "  Forgive ! 
Father,  let  the  sinner  live ; 
Sinner,  wipe  thy  tears  away, 

I  thy  ransom  freely  pay." 

3  While  I  hear  this  grace  revealed, 
And  obtain  a  pardon  scaled, 

All  my  warm  affections  move, 
Wakened  by  his  dying  love. 

4  He  hath  dearly  bought  my  soul ; 
Lord,  accept,  and  claim  the  whole ! 
To  thy  will  I  all  resign, 

Now  ho  more  my  own,  but  lUiae. 


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1  My  clays  are  gliding  swiftly  by, 

And  I,  a  pilgrim  stranger, 
Would  not  detain  them  as  they  fly, — 
Those  hours  of  toil  and  danger : 
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2  Our  absent  king  the  watchword  gave — 

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Our  distant  home  discerning : 
For  now,  etc. 


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For  now,  etc. 

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Each  cord  on  earth  to  sever — 
There — bright  and  joyous  in  the  skies — 
There  is  our  home  for  ever ; 
For  now  we  stand  on  Jordan's  strand, 

Our  friends  are  passing  over : 
And,  just  before,  the  shining  shore 

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Soon  and  for  ever  with  Christ. 

1  Soon — soon  and  for  ever  our  union  shall  be 
Made  perfect,  our  glorious  Redeemer,  in  thee ; 
The  sins  and  the  sorrows  of  time  shall  be  o'er, 
Its  pangs  and  its  partings  remembered  no  more, 
When  life  can  not  fail,  and  when  death  can  not  sever, 
Then  Christians  with  Christ  shall  be — soon  and  for  ever. 

2  Yes,  soon  and  for  ever,  we  '11  see  as  we  're  seen, 

And  learn  the  deep  meaning  of  things  that  have  been ; 
Then  droop  not  in  sorrow,  despond  not  in  fear, — 
A  glorious  to-morrow  is  bright'ning  and  near : 
When — blessed  reward  of  each  faithful  endeavor ! — 
True  Christians  with  Christ  shall  be — soon  and  for  ever ! 


1108.  Tlie  Guidin g  Star. 

[Tune  Billow,  opposite  page.] 
1  Star  of  peace!  to  wanderers  weary, 
Bright  the  beams  that  smile  on  me  ; 
Cheer  the  pilot's  vision  dreary, 
Far,  far  at  sea. 


2  Star  of  hope !  gleam  on  the  billow, 
Bless  the  soul  that  sighs  for  thee ; 
Bless  the  sailor's  lonely  pillow, 
Far,  far  at  sea. 


3  Star  of  faith  f  when  winds  are  mocking 
All  his  toil,  he  flies  to  thee ; 
Save  him,  on  the  billows  rocking, 
Far,  far  at  sea. 


4  Star  divine  !  oh,  safely  guide  him 
Bring  the  wanderer  home  to  thee  / 
Sore  temptations  long  have  tried  him, 
Far,  far  at  sea. 


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y  d  D .        "  My  Jesus,  as  thou  wilt." 

1  My  Jesus,  as  thou  wilt ! 

Oh,  may  thy  will  be  mine  ! 
Into  thy  hand  of  love 

I  would  my  all  resign : 
Through  sorrow,  or  through  joy, 

Conduct  me  as  thine  own, 
And  help  me  still  to  say, 

My  Lord,  thy  will  be  done ! 

2  My  Jesus,  as  thou  wilt ! 

Though  seen  through  many  a  tear, 
Let  not  my  star  of  bope 

Grow  dim  or  disappear  : 
Since  thou  on  earth  hast  wept, 

And  sorrowed  oft  alone 
If  I  must  weep  with  thee, 

My  Lord,  thy  will  be  done ! 

3  My  Jesus,  as  thou  wilt ! 

All  shall  be  well  for  me : 
Each  changing  future  scene 

I  gladly  trust  with  thee : 
Then  to  my  home  above 

I  travel  calmly  on, 
And  sing,  in  life  or  death, 

My  Lord,  thy  will  be  done ! 

«/  OU.  The  Discipline  of  Joy  and  Sorrow. 

1  My  sky  was  once  noon-bright, 

My  day  was  calm  the  while  ; 
I  loved  the  pleasant  light, 
The  sunshine's  happy  smile. 

2  I  said,  "  My  God,  oh  !  sure 

This  love  will  kindle  mine ; 
Let  but  this  calm  endure, 
Then  all  my  heart  is  thine." 

3  Thou  trustedst  me  awhile  : 

O  Lord !  I  was  deceived ; 
I  reveled  in  the  smile, 
Yet  to  the  dust  I  cleaved. 


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4  Then  the  fierce  tempest  broke  ; 

I  knew  from  whom  it  came ; 
I  read  in  that  sharp  stroke 
A  Father's  hand  and  name. 

5  Must  I  be  smitten,  Lord  ? 

Are  gentler  measures  vain  ? 
Must  I  be  smitten,  Lord  ? 
Can  nothing  save  but  pain  ? 

6  I  said,  "  My  God!  at  length 

This  stony  heart  remove ; 
Deny  all  other  strength, 
But  give  me  strength  to  love." 

987.  More  like  God. 

1  I  did  thee  wrong,  my  God ; 

I  wronged  thy  truth  and  love ; 
I  fretted  at  the  rod, — 
Against  thy  power  I  strove. 

2  Come  nearer,  nearer  still ; 

Let  not  thy  light  depart ; 
Bend,  break  this  stubborn  will ; 
Dissolve  this  iron  heart ! 

3  Less  wayward  let  me  be, 

More  pliable  and  mild ; 
In  glad  simplicity 
More  like  a  trustful  child.     # 

4  Less,  less  of  self  each  day, 

,  •    And  more,  my  God,  of  thee ; 
Oh,  keep  me  in  the  way, 
However  rough  it  be. 

5  Less  of  the  flesh  each  day, 

Less  of  the  world  and  sin: 
More  of  thy  Son,  I  pray, 
More  of  thyself  within. 

6  More  molded  to  thy  will, 

Lord,  let  thy  servant  b<k; 
Higher  and  higher  still, 
More,  and  still  more,  like  thee! 


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663.  Ko  Iiest,  I  ut  in  God. 

1  My  soul  doth  long  for  thee 

To  dwell  within  my  breast ; 
Unworthy  though  I  be 
Of  so  divine  a^Guest ! 

2  Of  so  divine  a  Guest 

Unworthy  though  I  be, 
Yet  hath  my  heart  no  rest 

Until  it  come  to  thee ! 
S  Until  it  come  to  thee, 

In  vain  I  look  around ; 
In  all  that  I  can  see 

No  rest  is  to  be  found ! 

4  No  rest  is  to  be  found, 

But  in  thy  bleeding  love  : 

Oh,  let  my  wish  be  crowned, 

And  send  it  from  above ! 

oU4:.     Imitation  of  Christ  in  Youth, 

1  I  feel  within  a  want 

For  ever  burning  there ; 
What  I  so  thirst  for,  grant, 

0  thou  who  hearest  prayer ! 

2  This  is  the  thing  I  crave : 

A  likeness  to  thy  Son  ; 
This  would  I  rather  have 
Than  call  the  world  my  own. 

5  Like  him,  now  in  my  youth, 

1  long,  O  God,  to  be,— 
In  tenderness  and  truth, 

In  sweet  humility. 

4  'T  is  my  most  fervent  prayer : 

Be  it  more  fervent  still — 
Be  it  my  highest  care  ; 
Be  it  my  settled  will! 

0  DA  "  &e  of  good  cheer  ;  I  have  overcomethe 
JV*'  world." 

1  Cheer  up,  desponding  soul ! 

Thy  longing  pleased  I  see : 
'T  is  part  of  that  great  whole 
Wherewith  I  longed  for  thee — 

2  Wherewith  I  longed  for  thee, 

And  left  my  Father's  throne  : 
From  death  to  set  thee  free, 
And  claim  thee  for  my  own — 

5  To  claim  thee  for  my  own, 

I  suffered  on  the  cross : 
Oh,  were  my  love  but  known, 
All  else  would  be  as  dross ! — 
i  All  else  would  be  as  dross ! 

And  souls,  through  grace  divine, 


Would  count  their  gain  but  loss 
To  live  for  ever  mine  ! 

JZO.  Upward  I 

1  Go  up,  go  up,  my  heart ! 

Dwell  with  thy  God  above  ; 

For  here  thou  canst  not  rest, 

Nor  here  give  out  thy  love. 

2  Go  up,  go  up,  my  heart ! 

Be  not  a  trifler  here  ; 
Ascend  above  these  clouds, — 
Dwell  in  a  higher  sphere. 

3  Let  not  thy  love  flow  out 

To  things  so  soiled  and  dim ; 
Go  up  to  heaven  and  God ; 
Take  up  thy  love  to  him. 

4  Waste  not  thy  precious  stores 

On  pleasure  nere  below : 
To  God  that  wealth  belongs  ; 
On  him  that  wealth  bes 


5  Go  up,  reluctant  heai 

Take  up  thy  rest  above  j 
Arise,  earth-clinging  thoughts ; 
Ascend,  my  lingering  love ! 

JZo.         "  Choose  TJlou  for  m e."" 

1  Thy  way,  not  mine,  O  Lord, 

However  dark  it  be ! 
Lead  me  by  thine  own  hand  ; 
Choose  out  the  path  for  me. 

2  I  dare  not  choose  my  lot : 

I  would  not,  if  I  might ; 
Choose  thou  for  me,  my  God, 
So  shall  I  walk  aright. 

3  The  kingdom  that  I  seek 

Is  thine :  so  let  the  way 
That  leads  to  it  be  thine, 
Else  I  must  surely  stray. 

4  Take  thou  my  cup,  and  it 

With  joy  or  sorrow  fill, 
As  best  to  thee  may  seem  ; 
Choose  thou  my  good  and  ill. 

5  Choose  thou  for  me  my  friends, 

My  sickness  or  my  health  ; 
Choose  thou  my  cares  for  me, 
My  poverty  or  wealth. 

6  Not  mine,  not  mine  the  choice, 

In  things  or  great  or  small ; 
Be  thou  my  Guide,  my  Strength, 
My  Wisdom,  and  my  All. 


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1  Calm  me,  my  God,  and  keep  me  calm : 

Let  thine  outstretched  wing 
Be  like  the  shade  of  Elim's  palm, 
Beside  her  desert  spring. 

2  Yes,  keep  me  calm,  though  loud  and  rude 

The  sounds  my  ear  that  greet, — 
Calm  in  the  closet's  solitude, 
Calm  in  the  bustling  street, — 

3  Calm  in  the  hour  of  buoyant  health, 

Calm  in  the  hour  of  pain, 
Calm  in  my  poverty  or  wealth, 
Calm  in  my  loss  or  gain, — 
1  Calm  in  the  sufferance  of  wrong, 
Like  him  who  bore  my  shame, 
Calm  'mid    the    threatening,   taunting 
throng, 
Who  hate  thy  holy  name. 
5  Calm  me,  my  God,  and  keep  me  calm, 
Soft  resting  on  thy  breast ; 
Soothe  me  with  holy  hymn  and  psalm, 
And  bid  my  spirit  rest. 

01  A.  "  Teach  me  the  way  of  thy  statutes." 
c/-L^r-  Psalm  119. 

1  Oh  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways 

To  k^ep  his  statutes  still ! 
Oh  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace 
To  know  and  do  his  will. 

2  Oh,  send  thy  Spirit  down,  to  write 

Thy  law  upon  my  heart ; 
Nor  let  my  tongue  indulge  deceit, 
Nor  act  the  liar's  part. 

8  Order  my  footsteps  by  thy  word, 
And  make  my  heart  sincere  ; 
Let  sin  have  no  dominion,  Lord, 
But  keep  my  conscience  clear. 

£  Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  commands^ 
'T  is  a  delightful  road ; 


Nor  let  ray  head,  nor  heart,  nor  hands 
Offend  against  my  God. 

J  x  o .     "  Old  tilings  are  passed  away.'''' 

1  We  praise  and  bless  thee,  gracious  Lord, 

Our  Saviour  kind  and  true, 
For  all  the  old  things  passed  away, 
For  all  thou  hast  made  new. 

2  But  yet  how  much  must  be  destroyed, 

How  much  renewed  must  be, 
Ere  we  can  fully  stand  complete 
In  likeness,  Lord,  to  thee  ! 

3  Whate'er  would  tempt  the  soul  to  stray, 

Or  separate  from  thee, 
That,  Lord,  remove,  however  dear 
To  our  poor  hearts  it  be ! 

4  When  flesh   declines,  then  strengthen 

thou 
The  spirit  from  above  ; 
Make  us  to  feel  thy  service  sweet, 
And  light  thy  yoke  of  love. 

5  So  shall  we  faultless  stand  at  last 

Before  thy  Father's  throne  ; 
The  blessedness  for  ever  ours, 
The  glory  all  thine  own  ! 

o  {  O.     "Firmly  Iouild  my  hope  on  Thie." 
1 1  know  thy  thoughts  are  peace  toward  me; 

Safe  am  I  in  thy  hands  ; 
Firmly  I  build  my  hope  on  thee, 

For  sure  thy  counsel  stands  ! 

2  Whate'er  thy  word  hath  promised,  all 

Wilt  thou  full  surely  give ! 
Wherefore,  from  thee  I  will  not  fall ; 
Thy  word  doth  make  me  live. 

3  Though  mountains  crumble  into  dust, 

Thy  covenant  standeth  fast ; 

Who  follows  thee  in  pious  trust, 

Shall  reach  the  goal  at  last. 


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4  Though  strange  and  winding  seems  the 
way, 
While  yet  on  earth  I  dwell, 
In  heaven  my  heart  shall  gladly  say, 
Thou,  God,  dost  all  things  well ! 

1208.  Dust  to  Dust. 

1  Calm  on  the  bosom  of  thy  God, 

Young  spirit,  rest  thee  now !    . 
Ev'n  while  with  us  thy  footsteps  trod, 
His  seal  was  on  thy  brow. 

2  Dust,  to  its  narrow  house  beneath ! 

Soul,  to  its  place  on  high ! 
They  that  have  seen  thy  look  in  death 
No  more  may  fear  to  die. 

3  Lone  are  the  paths,  and  sad  the  bowers, 

Whence  thy  meek  smile  is  gone  ; 
But,  oh !  a  brighter  home  thau  ours, 
In  heaven,  is  now  thine  own. 


"Lord,  I  believe  a  rest  remains." 


1256. 


1  Loud,  I  believe  a  rest  remains, 

To  all  thy  people  known ; 
A  rest  where  pure  enjoyment  reigns, 
And  thou  art  loved  alone ; — 

2  A  rest  where  all  our  souls'  desire 

Is  fixed  on  things  above ; 
Where  fear  and  sin  and  grief  expire, 
Cast  out  by  perfect  love. 

S  Oh  that  I  now  the  rest  might  know, 
Believe  and  enter  in ! 
Now.  Saviour !  now  the  power  bestow, 
And  let  me  cease  from  sin. 

4  Remove  the  hardness  of  my  heart, 
The  unbelief  remove; 
To  me  the  rest  of  faith  impart — 
The  Sabbath  of  thy  love. 


12o7.  Holiness  of  Heaven.— 1  Cor.  2:  9,  10. 

I  Noil  eye  hath  seen,  nor  ear  hath  heard, 
Nor  sense  nor  reason  known, 
What  joys  the  Father  has  prepared 
For  those  that  love  his  Sou. 

3  But  the  good  Spirit  of  the  Lord 
Reveals  a  heaven  to  come ; 
The  beams  of  glory  in  his  word 
Allure  and  guide  us  home. 

3  Pure  are  the  joys  above  the  sky 

And  all  the  region  peace ; 
No  wanton  lips,  nor  envious  eye 
Can  see  or  taste  the  bliss. 

4  Those  holy  gates  for  ever  bar 

Pollution,  sin,  and  shame ; 
None  shall  obtain  admittance  there, 
But  followers  of  the  Lamb. 

±JiK)0.  "Now  Viey  desire  a  better  country." 

1  Oh!  could  our  thoughts  and  wishes  fly 

Above  these  gloomy  shades, 
To  those  bright  worlds  beyond  the  sky 
Which  sorrow  ne'er  invades  ! 

2  There  joys  unseen  by  mortal  eyes, 

Or  l-eason's  feeble  ray, 
In  ever-blooming  prospect  rise, 
Unconscious  of  decay. 

3  Lord !  send  a  beam  of  light  divine 

To  guide  our  upward  aim  ; 
With  one  reviving  touch  of  thine 
Our  languid  hearts  inflame. 

4  Then  shall,  on  faith's  sublimest  wing, 

Our  ardent  wishes  rise 
To  those  bright  scenes,  where  pleasures 
spring 
Immortal  in  the  skies. 


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"i/i?  became  obedient  unto  death.'1'' — Phil.  2  :  8. 


1  Thou,  who  didst  stoop  below 
To  drain  the  cup  of  woe, 

And  wear  the  form  of  frail  mortality, 

Thy  blessed  labors  done, 

Thy  erown  of  vict'ry  won, 
Hast  passed  from  earth — passed  to  thy 
home  on  high. 

2  It  was  no  path  of  flowers, 
Through  this  dark  world  of  ours, 

Beloved  of  the  Father !  thou  didst  tread ; 
And  shall  we  in  dismay 
Shrink  from  the  narrow  way, 

When  clouds  and  darkness  are  around  it 
spread  ? 


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3  0  thou  who  art  our  Life, 

Be  with  us  through  the  strife ; 
Was  not  thy  head  by  earth's  rude  tempests 

Raise  thou  our  eyes  above      [bowed  ? 

To  see  a  Father's  love 
Eeam,  like  the  bow  of  promise,  through 
the  cloud. 

4  Ev'n  through  the  awful  gloom 
Which  hovers  o'er  the  tomb, 

That  light  of  love  our  guiding  star  shall  be ; 

Our  spirits  shall  not  dread 

The  shadowy  way  to  tread, 
Friend,   Guardian,   Saviour!   whieh  doth 
lead  to  thee. 


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1  Blessed  night,  when  first  that  plain 
Echoed  with  the  joyful  strain— 

"  Peace  has  come  to  earth  again !" 

2  Happy  shepherds,  on  whose  car 
Fell  the  tidings  glad  and  dear — 

"  God  to  man  is  drawing  near !" 

3  Babe  of  weakness,  can  it  be 
That  the  earth's  great  victory 
Is  to  be  achievedby  thee  ? 

4  Child  of  poverty,  art  thou 

He  to  whom  all  heaven  shall  bow, 
And  all  earth  shall  pay  the  vow  ? 

5  Heir  of  pain  and  toil,  whom  none 
In  this  evil  day  will  own, 

Art  thou  the  Eternal  One  ? 


6  Thou,  o'er  whom  the  sword  and  rod 
Wave,  in  haste  to  drink  thy  blood, 
Art  thou  very  Son  of  God  ? 

7  We  adore  thee  as  our  King, 
And  to  thee  our  song  we  sing ; 
Our  best  off'ring  to  thee  bring. 

8  Guarded  by  the  shepherds'  rod, 
'Mid  their  flock,  thy  poor  abode ; 
Thus  we  own  thee,  Lamb  of  God. 

9  Lamb  of  God,  thy  lowly  name ; 
King  of  kings,  we  thee  proclaim : 
Heaven  and^earth  shall  hear  its  fame. 

10  Mighty  King  of  righteousness, 
King  of  glory,  King  of  peace, 
Never  shall  thy  kingdom  cease  I 


50.  CliristtheSun 

Time  Cave,  opposite  page. 

1  Jesus,  Sun  of  righteousness, 

Brightest  beam  of  love  divine, 
With  the  early  morning  rays 

Do  thou  on  our  darkness  shine, 
And  dispel  with  purest  light 
All  our  night ! 

2  Like  the  sun's  reviving  ray, 

May  thy  love,  with  tender  glow, 
All  our  coldness  melt  away, 


of  Righteousness. 

Warm  and  cheer  us  forth  to  go; 
Gladly  serve  thee  and  obey 
All  the  day ! 

3  Thou  our  only  Life  and  Guide ! 
Never  leave  us  nor  forsake : 
In  thy  light  may  we  abide 

Till  th7  eternal  morning  break ; 
Moving  on  to  Zion's  hill 
Homeward  still  I 


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180.   1  How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord, 
Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word ! 
What  more  can  he  say  than  to  you  he  hath  said, 
Who  unto  the  Saviour  for  refuge  have  fled : — 

2  "  Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee,  oh,  be  not  dismayed ; 
For  I  am  thy  God,  I  will  still  give  thee  aid : 

I  '11  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause  thee  to  stand. 
Upheld  by  my  righteous,  omnipotent  hand. 

3  "  When  through  the  deep  waters  I  call  thee  to  go, 
The  rivers  of  sorrow  shall  not  overflow; 

Fori  will  be  with  thee  thy  troubles  to  bless, 
And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 

4  "  The  soul  that  on  Jesus  hath  leaned  for  repose, 
I  will  not,  I  will  not  desert  to  his  foes : 

That  soul,  though  all  hell  should  endeavor  to  shake, 
I  '11  never— no,  never— no,  never  forsake !" 
Looking  off. 
782.   1  O  eyes  that  are  weary,  and  hearts  that  are  sore! 
Look  off  unto  Jesus,  now  sorrow  no  more! 
The  light  of  his  countenance  shineth  so  bright, 
That  here,  as  in  heaven,  there  need  be  no  night. 

2  While  looking  to  Jesus  my  heart  can  not  fear; 
I  tremble  no  more  when  I  see  Jesus  near ; 

I  know  that  his  presence  my  safeguard  will  be, 
For  "  Why  are  ye  troubled  ?"  he  saith  unto  me. 

3  Still  looking  to  Jesus,  oh,  may  I  be  found, 
When  Jordan's  dark  waters  encompass  me  round : 
They  bear  me  away  in  his  presence  to  be : 

I  see  him  still  nearer  whom  always  I  see. 

4  Then,  then  shall  I  know  the  full  beauty  and  grace 
Of  Jesus,  my  Lord,  when  I  stand  face  to  face ; 
Shall  know  how  his  love  went  before  me  each  day, 
And  wonder  that  ever  my  eyes  turned  away. 


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982.  1  Though  faint,  yet  pursuing,  we  go  on  our  way; 
The  Lord  is  our  Leader,  his  word  is  our  stay ; 
Though  suffering,  and  sorrow,  and  trial  be  near, 
The  Lord  is  our  refuge,  and  whom  can  we  fear? 
2  He  raiseth  the  fallen,  he  ehecreth  the  faint ; 

The  weak,  and  oppressed — he  will  hear  their  complaint ; 

The  way  may  be  weary,  and  thorny  the  road, 

But  how  can  we  falter  ?  our  help  is  in  God ! 

And  to  his  green  pastures  our  footsteps  he  leads  ; 

His  flock  in  the  desert  how  kindly  he  feeds ! 

The  lambs  in  his  bosom  he  tenderly  bears, 

And  brings  back  the  wanderers  all  safe  from  the  snares. 

4  Though  clouds  may  surround  us,  our  God  is  our  light ; 
Though  storms  rage  around  us,  our  God  is  our  might ; 
So  faint,  yet  pursuing,  still  onward  we  come 

The  Lord  is  our  Leader,  and  heaven  is  our  home ! 

"Zfe  sJiall  l»  called  the  Lord  our  Righteousness."— Jer.  23  :  6. 

1006     *  *  once  was  a  stranger  to  grace  and  to  God ; 
I  knew  not  my  danger,  and  felt  not  my  load  ; 
Though  friends  spoke  in  rapture  of  Christ  on  the  tree, 
Jehovah,  my  Saviour,  seemed  nothing  to  me. 
2  When  free  grace  awoke  me  by  li^ht  from  on  high, 
Then  legal  fears  shook  me  ;  I  trembled  to  die  : 
No  refuge,  no  safety,  in  self  could  I  see  : 
Jehovah,  thou  only  my  Saviour  must  be. 

5  My  terrors  all  vanished  before  his  sweet  name; 
My  guilty  fears  banished,  with  boldness  I  came 
To  drink  at  the  fountain  so  copious  and  free: 
Jehovah,  my  Saviour,  is  all  things  to  me. 

4  Jehovah,  the  Lord,  is  my  treasure  and  boast ; 
Jehovah  my  Saviour, — I  ne'er  can  be  lost : 
In  thee  I  shall  conquer,  by  flood  and  by  field, 
Jehovah  my  anchor,  Jehovah  my  shield! 

5  Ev'n  treading  the  valley,  the  shadow  of  death, 
This  watchword  shall  rally  my  faltering  breath; 
For,  while  from  life's  fever  my  God  sets  me  free, 
Jehovah,  my  Saviour,  my  death-song  shall  be. 


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°*.  the  Spirit. 

1  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come ! 

Let  thy  bright  beams  arise : 
Dispel  the  sorrow  from  our  minds, 
The  darkness  from  our  eyes. 

2  Convince  us  of  our  sin  ; 

Then  lead  to  Jesus'  blood, 
And  to  our  wondering  view  reveal 
The  secret  love  of  God. 

3  Revive  our  drooping  faith, 

Our  doubts  and  fears  remove, 
And  kindle  in  our  breasts  the  flame 
Of  never-dying  love. 

4  'T  is  thine  to  cleanse  the  heart, 

To  sanctify  the  soul, 
To  pour  fresh  life  in  every  part, 
And  new-create  the  whole. 

5  Dwell,  Spirit,  in  our  hearts  ; 

Our  minds  from  bondage  free  ; 
Then  shall  Ave  knoAv,  and  praise,  and  love 

The  Father,  Son,  and  Thee. 


516.  Now  the  accepted  Time.—l  Cor.  6 : 

1  Now  is  th'  accepted  time, 

Now  is  the  day  of  grace ; 
Now,  sinners,  come  without  delay, 
And  seek  the  Saviour's  face. 

2  Now  is  th1  accepted  time, 

The  Saviour  calls  to-day : 
To-morrow  it  may  be  too  late ; 
Then  why  should  you  delay  ? 

3  Now  is  th'  accepted  time, 

The  gospel  bids  you  come ; 

And  every  promise  in  his  word 

Declares  there  yet  is  room. 


4  Lord,  draw  reluctant  souls, 

And  feast  them  with  thy  love : 
Then  will  the  angels  swiftly  fly 
To  bear  the  news  above. 


01  £  " Shall  tee  continue  in  sin  that  gract 
O X.O.  may  abound  f" — Kom.  6 :  1. 

1  Shall  we  go  on  to  sin 

Because  thy  grace  abounds  ? 
Or  crucify  the  Lord  again, 
And  open  all  his  wounds  ? 

2  Forbid  it,  mighty  God ! 

Nor  let  it  eer  be  said 
That  we,  whose  sins  are  crucified, 
Should  raise  them  from  the  dead. 

3  We  will  be  slaves  no  more, 

Since  Christ  has  made  us  free, — 
Has  nailed  our  tyrants  to  his  cross, 
And  bought  our  liberty. 

y  1 0 .     "  Help  me  to  watch  and  pray.n 

1  A  charge  to  keep  I  have, 

A  God  to  glorify  ; 
A  never-dying  soul  to  save, 
And  fit  it  for  the  sky ; 

2  To  serve  the  present  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfill ; — 
Oh,  may  it  all  my  powers  engage 
To  do  my  Master's  will. 

3  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  thy  sight  to  live ; 
And  oh !  thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare 
A  strict  account  to  give. 

4  Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  on  thyself  rely ; 
Assured  if  I  my  trust  betray- 
I  shall  for  ever  die. 


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JlO.         »       John  14:  6. 

1  Thou  art,  O  Christ,  the  Way : 

Thyself  reveal  to  me ; 
And  let  me  humbly,  day  by  day, 
Live,  move,  and  walk  in  thee. 

2  Thou  art  the  Truth  divine : 

Its  fullness  may  I  see ; 
Believe,  and  find  the  promise  mine, — 
"  The  Truth  shall  make  you  free." 

J  Thou  art  the  Life  of  God ; 
By  thee  the  dying  live : 
la  me  diffuse  thyself  abroad, 
And  life  eternal  give. 

4  Thus  by  thyself,  the  Way, 
I  to  the  Father  come  ; 
Led  by  the  Truth,  I  can  not  stray ; 
The  Life  and  I  are  one. 


11/17    -Fasting  and  Pra  yer  for  a  Revival  of 
J- A*  i  •  Religion. 

1  O  Lord,  thy  work  revive, 

In  Zion's  gloomy  hour ; 
And  make  her  dying  graces  live 
By  thy  restoring  power. 

2  Awake  thy  chosen  few 

To  fervent,  earnest  prayer ; 

Again  their  sacred  vows  renew ; 

Thy  blessed  presence  share. 

3  Thy  Spirit  then  will  speak 

Through  lips  of  feeble  clay, 
And  hearts  of  adamant  will  break, 
And  rebels  will  obey. 

4  Lord !  lend  thy  gracious  ear : 

Oh,  listen  to  our  cry ! 
Oh,  come  and  bring  salvation  hero  I 
Our  hopes  on  thee  rely. 


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^  -I-  •  "  Give  thy  heart."* 

1  When,  as  returns  this  solemn  day, 

Man  comes  to  meet  his  God, 
What  rites,  what  honors  shall  he  pay  ? 
How  spread  his  praise  abroad  V 

2  From  marble  domes  and  gilded  spires 

Shall  clouds  of  incense  rise  ? 
And  gems,  and  gold,  and  garlands  deck 
The  costly  sacrifice  ? 

3  Vain,  sinful  man  ! — creation's  Lord 

Thine  offerings  well  may  spare; 
But  give  thy  heart,  and  thou  shalt  find 
Thy  God  will  hear  thy  prayer. 

122.  God,  All  in  All. 

1  Where'er,  through  all  his  works,  we  send 

Our  roving  eyes  abroad, 
The  various  objects  all  conspire 
To  lead  us  home  to  God ; — 

2  That  God,  whose  word  all  nature  formed, 

Whose  eye  all  nature  sees ; 
Whose  hand  all  nature  rules,  sustains, 
Or  crushes,  as  he  please ; — 

S  Before  whose  high  and  dazzling  throne 
Myriads  of  angels  bow  ; 
Whose  smile  is  everlasting  bliss, 
Whose  frown  is  endless  woe. 

4  Low  at  his  feet,  then,  0  my  soul ! 

In  prostrate  homage  fall ; 
Make  him  thy  fear,  thy  love,  thy  trusi, 
Thy  joy,  thy  God,  thy  all. 


1o  X    "  WJiither  shall  I  flee  f>r>m  Tliy  vres- 
°° •  ence  f"— Psalm  139. 

1  Ik  all  my  vast  concerns  with  thee, 
In  vain  my  soul  would  try 


To  shun  thy  presence,  Lord,  or  flee 
The  notice  of  thine  eye. 

2  Thine  all-surrounding  sight  surveys 

My  rising  and  my  rest ; 
My  public  walks,  my  private  ways, 
The  secrets  of  my  breast. 

3  My  thoughts  lie  open  to  the  Lord, 

Before  they  're  formed  within ; 
And,  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word, 
He  knows  the  sense  I  mean. 

4  Oh,  wondrous  knowledge,  deep  andhigh! 

Where  can  a  creature  hide ! 
Within  thy  circling  arms  I  lie, 
Beset  on  every  side. 

5  So  let  thy  grace  surround  me  still, 

And  like  a  bulwark  prove, 
To  guard  my  soul  from  every  ill, 
Secured  by  sovereign  love. 

142.  "  Tlie  living  God." 

1  Great  God !  how  infinite  art  thou  ! 

What  worthless  worms  are  we  ! 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 

And  pay  their  praise  to  thee. 

3  Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood, 
Ere  seas  or  stars  were  made ; 
Thou  art  the  ever-living  God, 
Were  all  the  nations  dead. 

3  Eternity,  with  all  its  years, 

Stands  present  in  thy  view ; 
To  thee  there  's  nothing  old  appears, 
Great  God !  there  's  nothing  new. 

4  Our  lives   through  various  scenes  are 

drown, 
And  vexed  with  trifling  cares  ; 
While  thine  eternal  thoughts  move  on 
Thine  undisturbed  affairs. 


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5  Great  God!  how  infinite  art  thou! 
What  worthless  worms  are  we ! 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 
And  pay  their  praise  to  thee. 

•x  J  O .  Man  sinful  oy  Nature. 

1  How  sad  our  state  by  nature  is  ! 

Our  sin— how  deep  it  stains  ! 
And  Satan  holds  our  captive  minds 
Fast  in  his  slavish  chains. 

2  But  there's  a  voice  of  sovereign  grace 

Sounds  from  the  sacred  word  : 
"  Ho  !  ye  despairing  sinners,  come, 
And  trust  upon  the  Lord." 

3  My  soul  obeys  th'  almighty  call, 

And  runs  to  this  relief; 
I  would  believe  thy  promise,  Lord : 
Oh,  help  my  unbelief! 

4  A  guilty,  weak,  and  helpless  worm, 

On  thy  kind  arms  I  fall : 
Be  thou  my  strength  and  righteousness, 
My  Saviour  and  my  All. 


Need  of  Regeneration. 


549. 

1  How  helpless  guilty  nature  lies, 

Unconscious  other  load! 
The  heart  unchanged  can  never  rise 
To  happiness  and  God. 

2  Can  aught  beneath  a  power  divine 

The  stubborn  will  subdue  ? 
'T  is  thine,  almighty  Saviour,  thine, 
To  form  the  heart  anew. 

3  'T  is  thine  the  passions  to  recall, 

And  upward  bid  them  rise ; 
To  make  the  scales  of  error  fall 
From  reason's  darkened  eyes  ; — 


4  To  chase  the  shades  of  death  away, 

And  bid  the  sinner  live  : 

A  beam  of  heaven,  a  vital  ray, 

'T  is  thine  alone  to  give. 

5  Oh,  change  these  wretched  hearts  of  ours, 

And  give  them  life  divine  ! 
Then  shall  our  passions  and  our  powers, 
Almighty  Lord,  be  thine. 

00/ .  Repentance  in  view  of  God's  patience. 

1  And  are  we  wretches  yet  alive ! 

And  do  we  yet  rebel ! 
'Tis  boundless,  'tis  amazing  love, 
That  bears  us  up  from  hell ! 

2  The  burden  of  our  weighty  guilt 

Would  sink  us  down  to  flames* 
And  threatening  vengeance  rolls  above, 
To  crush  our  feeble  frames. 

3  Almighty  goodness  cries,  "  Forbear !" 

And  straight  the  thunder  stays  ; 
And  dare  we  now  provoke  his  wrath, 
And  weary  out  his  grace  ? 

4  Lord,  we  have  long  abused  thy  love, 

Too  long  indulged  our  sin  ; 
Our  aching  hearts  now  bleed  to  see 
What  rebels  we  have  been, 

5  No  more,  ye  lusts,  shall  ye  command; 

No  more  will  we  obey": 
Stretch  out,  O  God,  thy  conquering  hand, 
And  drive  thy  foes  away. 

Doxology. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

One  God,  whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory  a*  it  was,  is  now, 

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465.         Tlie power  of  the  Ilohj  Spirit. 

1  Eternal  Spirit,  we  confess 

And  sing  the  wonders  of  thy  grace  ; 
Thy  power  conveys  our  blessings  down 
From  God  the  Father  and  the  Son. 

2  Enlightened  by  thy  heavenly  ray, 
Our  shades  and  darkness  turn  to  day ; 
Thine  inward  teachings  make  us  know 
Our  danger,  and  our  refuge,  too. 

S  Thy  power  and  glory  work  within, 
And  break  the  chains  of  reigning  sin ; 
All  our  imperious  lusts  subdue, 
And  form  our  wretched  hearts  anew, 

4  The  troubled  conscience  knows  thy  voice 
Thy  cheering  words  awake  our  joys ; 
Thy  words  allay  the  stormy  wind, 
And  calm  the  surges  of  the  mind. 

\)4c  U.    "i7<s  shall  sit  as  a  refiner  of  silver." 

1  Why  should  I  murmur  or  repine, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  who  bled  for  me? 

What  are  my  griefs  compared  with  thine, 

Thy  tears,  thy  groans,  thine  agony ! 

2  If  thou  the  furnace  dost  employ, 

Thou  sittest  as  refiner  near, 
To  purge  away  the  base  alloy, 
Till  thine  own  image  bright  appear. 

3  Though  oft  thy  way  is  in  the  sea, 

Thy  footsteps  in  the  winged  storm ; 
Though  crested  billows  threaten  me, — 
Love  slumbers  in  their  frowning  form ! 

4  Submissive  would  I  kiss  the  rod, 

Needful  each  stroke,  I  humbly  own  : 
Help  me  to  trust  thee,  O  my  God  ! 
If  now  thy  wisdom  be  unknown. 

19^9  The  Tleavenly  Rest. 

XAOQ.  (Original  Form.) 

Lord  of  the  Sabbath  hear  our  vows, 
On  this  thy  day,  in  this  thy  house ; 


And  own  as  grateful  sacrifice, 

The  songs  which  from  the  desert  rise. 

2  Thine  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love,- 
But  there 's  a  nobler  rest  above : 

To  that  our  laboring  souls  aspire, 
With  ardent  pangs  of  strong  desire. 

3  No  more  fatigue,  no  more  distress, 
Nor  sin  nor  hell  shall  reach  the  place  ; 
No  groans  to  mingle  with  the  songs 
Which  warble  from  immortal  tongues. 

4  No  rude  alarms  of  raging  foes  ; 
No  cares  to  break  the  long  repo?e ; 
No  midnight  shade,  no  clouded  sun, — 
But  sacred,  high,  eternal  noon ! 

5  0  long-expected  day,"  begin ! 

Dawn  on  these  realms  of  woe  and  sin ; 
Fain  would  we  leave  this  weary  road, 
And  sleep  in  death,  to  rest  with  God. 


1254. 


Tlie  Heavenly  Rest. 

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1  Thine  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love,— 
But  there  's  a  nobler  rest  above : 

To  that  our  longing  souls  aspire, 
With  cheerful  hope  and  strong  desire. 

2  No  more  fatigue,  no  more  distress, 
Nor  sin  nor  death  shall  reach  the  place ; 
No  groans  shall  mingle  with  the  songs 
Which  warble  from  immortal  tongues. 

3  No  rude  alarms  of  raging  foes » 
No  cares  to  break  the  long  repose; 
No  midnight  shade,  no  clouded  sun ; 
But  sacred,  high,  eternal  noon ! 

4  Thine  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love,— 
But  there  's  a  nobler  rest  above  : 

To  that  our  longing  souls  aspire, 
With  cheerful  hope  and  strong  desire. 


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1  Oh,  deem  not  they  are  blest  alone, 

Whose  lives  a  peaceful  tenor  keep; 

For  God,  who  pities  man,  hath  shown 

A  blessing  for  the  eyes  that  weep. 

2  The  light  of  smiles  shall  fill  again 

The  lids  that  overflow  with  tears ; 
And  weary  hours  of  woe  and  pain 
Are  promises  of  happier  years. 

3  There  is  a  day  of  sunny  rest 

For  every  dark  and  troubled  night ; 

And  grief  may  bide  an  evening  guest, 

But  joy  shall  come  with  early  light. 

4  Nor  let  the  good  man's  trust  depart, 

Though  life  its  common  gifts  deny; 

Though  with  a  pierced  and  broken  heart. 

And  spurned  of  men,  he  goes  to  die. 

5  For  God  has  marked  each  sorrowing  day, 

And  numbered  every  secret  tear, 
And  heaven's  long  age  of  bliss  shall  pay 
For  all  his  children  suffer  here. 

c/  O  0 .  "  Ask  what  thou  tcilV 

1  And  dost  thou  say,  uAsk  what  thou  wilt?" 

Lord,  I  would  seize  the  golden  hour : 
I  pray  to  be  released  from  guilt, 
And  freed  from  sin  and  Satan's  power. 

2  More  of  thy  presence,  Lord,  impart ; 

More  of  thine  image  let  me  bear : 
Erect  thy  throne  within  my  heart, 
And  reign  without  a  rival  there. 

3  Give  me  to  read  my  pardon  sealed, 

And  from  thy  joy  to  draw  my  strength ; 
Oh,  be  thy  boundless  love  revealed, 
In  all  its  height  and  breadth  and  length. 

4  Grant  these  requests — I  ask  no  more, 

But  to  thy  care  the  rest  resign : 
Sick,  or  in  health,  or  rich,  or  poor, 
All  shall  be  well  if  thou  art  mine. 


O.     Watchfulness  and  Prayer. — Psalm  141. 

1  My  God,  accept  my  early  vows, 
Like  morning  incense  in  thy  house ; 
And  let  my  nightly  worship  rise 
Sweet  as  the  evening  sacrifice. 

2  Watch  o'er  my  lips,  and  guard  them, 

Lord, 
From  every  rash  and  heedless  word ; 
Nor  let  my  feet  incline  to  tread 
The  guilty  path  where  sinners  lead. 

3  Oh,  may  the  righteous,  when  I  stray, 
Smite  and  reprove  my  wandering  way ! 
Their  gentle  words,  like  ointment  shed, 
Shall  never  bruise,  but  cheer  my  head. 

4  When  I  behold  them  pressed  with  grief, 
I  '11  cry  to  heaven  for  their  relief ; 
And,  by  my  warm  petitions  prove 
How  much  I  prize  their  faithful  love. 

Q 0 1     "  Who  shall  abide  in  Thy  Tabernacle  ?" 
«7«a-L.  Psalm  15. 

1  Who  shall  ascend  thy  heavenly  place, 
Great  God,  and  dwell  before  thy  face  ? 
The  men  who  minds  religion  now, 
And  humbly  walks  with  God  below ; 

2  Whose  hands  are  pure,  whose  heart  is 

clean ; 
Whose  lips  still  speak  the  thing  they 

mean ; 
No  slanders  dwell  upon  his  tongue; 
He  hates  to  do  his  neighbor  wrong. 

3  He  loves  his  enemies,,  and  prays 
For  those  who  curse  him  to  his  face ; 
And  does  to  all  men  still  the  same 
That  he  would  hope  or  wish  from  them. 

4  Yet  when  his  holiest  works  are  done, 
His  soul  depends  on  grace  alone : 
This  is  the  man  thy  face  shall  see, 
And  dwell  for  ever,  Lord,  with  thee. 


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*°'  Matt.  7:11. 

1  O  thou  that  hearest  prayer ! 

Attend  our  humble  cry ; 
And  let  thy  servants  share 

Thy  blessing  from  on  high  : 
We  plead  the  promise  of  thy  word ; 
Grant  us  thy  Holy  Spirit,  Lord ! 

2  If  earthly  parents  hear 

Their  children  when  they  cry  ; 
If  they,  with  love  sincere, 

Their  children's  wants  supply  ; 
Much  more  wilt  thou  thy  love  display, 
And  answer  when  thy  children  pray. 

3  Our  heavenly  Father,  thou : 

We,  children  of  thy  grace : 
Oh,  let  thy  Spirit  now 

Descend  and  till  the  place  ! 
That  all  may  feel  the  heavenly  flame, 
And  all  unite  to  praise  thy  name. 


"  Whosoever  will.'"' — Luke  14  : 


524. 


1  Ye  dying  sons  of  men, 

Immerged  in  sin  and  woe, 
The  gospel's  voice  attend, 

While  Jesus  sends  to  you  : 
Ye  perishing  and  guilty,  come  ; 
In  Jesus'  arms  there  yet  is  room. 

2  No  longer  now  delay, 

Nor  vain  excuses  frame  \ 


He  bids  you  come  to-day, 
Though  poor,  and  blind,  and  lame  : 
All  things  are  ready  ;  sinner,  come  ; 
For  every  trembling  soul  there  's  room. 

3  Drawn  by  his  bleeding  love, 

Ye  wand' ring  sheep  draw  near ; 
Christ  calls  you  from  above  ; 
The  Shepherd's  voice  now  hear : 

Let  whosoever  will  now  come ; 

In  Jesus'  arms  there  still  is  room. 


575. 


The  sacrifice*  of  God  are  a  broken 
spirit."— Psalm  51. 

1  A  broken  heart,  O  Lord ! 

Thou  never  wilt  despise ; 
'T  is  written  in  thy  word, 

This  is  the  sacrifice  : 
The  sacrifice  that  thou  wilt  own — 
It  is  the  broken  heart  alone. 


2  Break  thou  my  heart,  0  Lord; 

The  rock  within  me  break : 
To  tremble  at  thy  word, 

And  at  thine  anger  quake  : 
Let  me  in  deep  contrition  lie, 
And  heave  the  penitential  sigh. 

3  For  mercy  dwells  with  thee ; 

Compassion,  all  divine  ; 
That  mercy  show  to  me  ; 

Be  that  compassion  mine  : 
For  sinners  did  not  Jesus  bleed? 
And  Jesus'  blood  alone  I  plead. 


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JiZ.  Consolation  in  Christ 

1  Where  is  my  Saviour  now, 

Whose  smiles  I  once  possessed? 
Till  be  return,  I  bow, 

By  heaviest  grief  oppressed : 
My  days  of  happiness  are  gone, 
And  I  am  left  to  weep  alone. 

2  Where  can  the  mourner  go, 

And  tell  his  tale  of  grief? 
Ah  !  who  can  soothe  his  woe, 

And  give  him  sweet  relief? 
Earth  can  not  heal  the  wounded  breast, 
Or  give  the  troubled  sinner  rest. 

3  Jesus !  thy  smiles  impart ; 

My  dearest  Lord  return, 
And' ease  my  wounded  heart, 

And  bid  me  cease  to  mourn : 
Then  shall  this  night  of  sorrow  flee, 
And  peace  and  heaven  be  found  in  thee. 


"(  9f|/l    "  He  bringcth  down  to  the  grave,  and 
-L-^U"*.  bringeth  up." 

1  Father,  my  spirit  owns 

Thy  right  to  mine  and  me; 
Yet  pardon  human  groans 

From  human  agony ; 
The  eye's  desire,  the  soul's  delight, 
Thy  wisdom  hath  seen  good  to  "blight. 

2  Alas !  the  brittle  reed, 

On  human  life  to  lean ! 
A  solace  frail  indeed, 

Vanished  as  soon  as  seen ! 
Then,  who  shall  fill  the  cheerless  void, 
Or  stay  the  soul  'mid  hopes  destroyed  ? 

3  In  deep  submission,  aid 

The  broken  heart  to  lie, 


Nor,  when  the  stroke  is  made, 
To  murmur  or  reply  ; 
Great  grace  for  greatest  need  bestow, 
And  strong  supports  for  deepest  woe. 

1  Ofi°  3* 

±-jUO.     An  ancient  Burial  Hymn. 

1  The  pangs  of  death  are  near, 

Amid  the  joys  of  life; 
And  when,  in  guilty  fear, 

We  end  our  dying  strife, 
To  whom,  most  holy  Lord, 
Shall  we  for  succor  flee  ? 
O  thou  most  mighty  God ! 
Our  help  is  laid  on  thee  : 
Lord  Jesus  !  by  thy  bloody  stains, 
Save,  save  us  from  hell's  bitter  paina. 

2  The  bitter  pains  of  hell 

Awaken  our  alarm ; 
We  merit  only  ill 

From  thine  avenging  arm ; 
Most  holy  Lord  our  God, 

To  whom  but  unto  thee, 
Most  merciful  and  good, 
Can  we  for  refuge  flee  ? 
Suffer  us  not  to  fall  away 
From  Jesus  in  our  dying  day. 

3  Our  dying  day  will  come, 

And  call  our  crimes  to  mind ; 
And  when  in  sorrow  dumb. 
No  hope  on  earth  we  find, 
To  thee,  O  Christ,  we  fly — 

To  thine  outflowing  blood ; 
Look  with  thy  pitying  eye, 
Spare  us,  most  holy  Lord : 
Nor  let  us  lose  the  joys  that  rise 
From  thine  atoning  sacrifice. 

*  Let  the  first  oteht  measures  of  the  tun©  ba 
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J.  O  O .     "  Seeing  Him  who  is  invisible.'''' 

1  Beyond,  beyond  that  boundless  sea, 

Above  that  dome  of  sky, 
Further  than  thought  itself  can  flee, 

Thy  dwelling  is  on  high  : 
Yet  dear  the  awful  thought  to  me, 

That  thou,  my  God,  art  nigh : — 

2  Art  nigh,  and  yet  my  laboring  mind 

Feels  after  thee  in  vain, 
Thee  in  these  works  of  power  to  find, 

Or  to  thy  seat  attain. 
Thy  messenger,  the  stormy  wind ; 

Thy  path,lhe  trackless  main : 

3  These  speak  of  thee  with  loud  acclaim  ; 

They  thunder  forth  thy  praise, 
The  glorious  honor  of  thy  name, 

The  wonders  of  thy  ways : 
But  thou  art  not  in  tempest-flame, 

Nor  in  the  noontide  blaze. 

4  We  hear  thy  voice  when  thunders  roll 

Through  the  wide  fields  of  air; 
The  waves  obey  thy  dread  control ; 

But  still,  thou  art  not  there : 
Where  shall  I  find  him,  O  my  soul ! 

Who  yet  is  everywhere  ? 

5  Oh !  not  in  circling  depth  or  height, 

But  in  the  conscious  breast, 
Present  to  faith, though  vailedfrom  sight, 

There  doth  his  Spirit  rest : 
Oh,  come,  thou  Presence  infinite ! 

And  make  thy  creature  blest. 


The  Spirit  of  a  little  Child. 


215. 


1  Father,  I  know  that  all  my  life 
Is  portioned  out  for  me  ; 
The  changes  that  will  surely  come, 
I  do  not  fear  to  see : 


I  ask  thee  for  a  present  mind, 
Intent  on  pleasing  thee. 

2  I  ask  thee  for  a  thoughtful  love, 

Through  constant  watching  wise, 
To  meet  the  glad  with  joyful  smiles, 

And  wipe  the  weeping  eyes  ; 
A  heart  at  leisure  from  itself, 

To  soothe  and  sympathize. 

3  I  would  not  have  the  restless  will 

That  hurries  to  and  fro, 
That  seeks  for  some  great  thing  to  do, 

Or  secret  thing  to  know : 
I  would  be  treated  as  a  child, 

And  guided  where  I  go. 

4  Wherever  in  the  world  I  am, 

In  whatsoe'er  estate, 
I  have  a  fellowship  with  hearts, 

To  keep  and  cultivate  ; 
A  work  of  lowly  love  to  do 

For  him  on  whom  I  wait. 

5  I  ask  thee  for  the  daily  strength, 

To  none  that  ask  denied, 
A  mind  to  blend  with  outward  life, 

While  keeping  at  thy  side  ; 
Content  to  fill  a  little  space, 

If  thou  be  glorified. 

6  And  if  some  things  I  do  not  ask, 

Among  my  blessings  be, 
I  'd  have  my  spirit  filled  the  more 

With  grateful  love  to  thee  ; 
More  careful — not  to  serve  thee  much, 

But  please  thee  perfectly. 

0  0  0 .        «  By  Thy  death  ice  live.'1'' 

1  In  vain  we  seek  for  peace  with  God 

By  methods  of  our  own  ; 
Blest  Saviour !  nothing  but  thy  blood 
Can  bring  us  near  the  throne. 


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2  The  threatenings  of  thy  broken  law 

Impress  the  soul  with  dread : 
If  God  his  sword  of  vengeance  draw, 
It  strikes  the  spirit  dead. 

3  But  thine  atoning  sacrifice 

Hath  answered  all  demands  ; 
And  peace  and  pardon  from  the  skies 
Are  offered  by  thy  hands. 

4  'T  is  by  thy  death  we  live,  O  Lord ! 

'T  is  on  thy  cross  we  rest : 
For  ever  be  thy  love  adored, 
Thy  name  for  ever  blest. 

4lO.     All  glory  to  the  united  Three." 

1  Let  them  neglect  thy  glory,  Lord. 

Who  never  knew  thy  grace  ; 
But  our  loud  songs  shall  still  record 
The  wonders  of  thy  praise. 

2  We  raise  our  shouts,  O  God,  to  thee, 

And  send  them  to  thy  throne : 
All  glory  to  th'  united  Three, 
The  undivided  One ! 

3  'T  was  he  (and  we  '11  adore  his  name) 

That  formed  us  by  a  word  ; 
'T  is  he  restores  our  ruined  frame : 
Salvation  to  the  Lord ! 

4  Hosanna !  let  the  earth  and  skies 

Repeat  the  joyful  sound ; 
Rocks,  hills,  and  vales,  reflect  the  voice 
In  one  eternal  round  ! 

629.  Why  so  far  from  God  ? 

1  Why  is  my  heart  so  far  from  thee, 

My  God,  my  chief  delight  ? 
Why  are  my  thoughts  no  more  by  day 
"W  ith  thee,  no  more  by  night  ? 

2  When  my  forgetful  soul  renews 

The  savor  of  thy  grace, 


My  heart  presumes  I  can  not  lose 
The  relish  all  my  days. 

3  But,  ere  one  fleeting  hour  is  past, 

The  flattering  world  employs 
Some  sensual  bait  to  seize  my  taste, 
And  to  pollute  my  joys. 

4  Wretch  that  I  am  to  wander  thus 

In  chase  of  false  delight ! 
Let  me  be  fastened  to  thy  cross, 
Rather  than  lose  thy  sight. 

5  Make  haste,  my  days,  to  reach  the  goal, 

And  bring  my  heart  to  rest 
On  the  dear  center  of  my  soul, 
My  God,  my  Saviour's  breast ! 

(\  A  O      "  God  is  m  y  portion  for  ever." 
V+4.  Psalm  73. 

1  Whom  have  we,  Lord,  in  heaven,  but  thee, 

And  whom  on  earth  beside  ? 
Where  else  for  succor  can  we  flee, 
Or  in  whose  strength  confide  ? 

2  Thou  art  our  portion  here  below, 

Our  promised  bliss  above  ; 
Ne'er  may  our  souls  an  object  know 
So  precious  as  thy  love. 

3  When  heart  and  flesh,  0  Lord,  shall  fail, 

Thou  wilt  our  spirit  cheer, 
Support  us  through  life's  thorny  vale, 
And  calm  each  anxious  fear. 

4  Yes,  thou  shalt  be  our  guide  through  life, 

And  help  and  strength  supply, 
Sustain  us  in  death's  fearful  strife, 
And  welcome  us  on  high. 

DOXOLOGT. 

Let  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit,  be  adored, 
Where  there  are  works  to   make  him 
known, 

Or  saints  to  love  the  Lord ! 


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J_-.'±0.  and  four  thousatid.—Rev.  7:  11-17. 

1  What  are  these  in  bright  array, 

This  innumerable  throng, 
Round  the  altar  night  and  day, 

Hymning  one  triumphant  song  ? — 
"  Worthy  is  the  Lamb  once  slain, 

Blessing,  honor,  glory,  power, 
"Wisdom,  riches  to  obtain, 

New  dominion  every  hour !" 

2  These  through  fiery  trials  trod ; 

These  from  great  affliction  came  ; 
Now  before  the  throne  of  God, 

Sealed  with  his  almighty  name  : 
Clad  in  raiment  pure  and  white, 

Victor-palms  in  every  hand, 
Through  their  dear  Redeemer's  might, 

More  than  conquerors  they  stand. 

3  Hunger,  thirst,  disease  unknown, 

On  immortal  fruits  they  feed ; 
Them  the  Lamb  amid  the  throne 

Shall  to  living  fountains  lead : 
Joy  and  gladness  banish  sighs  ; 

Perfect  love  dispels  all  fear ; 
And  for  ever  from  their  eyes 

God  shall  wipe  away  the  tear. 


God  sliall  wipe  away  all  tears  from 
their  eyes.'''' 


1249. 


1  High  in  yonder  realms  of  light, 

Dwell  the  raptured  saints  above ; 
Far  beyond  our  feeble  sight, 

Happy  in  Immanuel's  love : 
Pilgrims  in  this  vale  of  tears, 

Once  they  knew,  like  us  below, 
Gloomy  doubts,  distressing  fears, 

Torturing  pain  and  heavy  woe. 

2  But  these  days  of  weeping  o'er, 

Passed  this  scene  of  toil  and  pain, 


They  shall  feel  distress  no  more — 

Never,  never  weep  again : 
'Mid  the  chorus  of  the  skies, 

'Mid  th'  angelic  lyres  above, 
Hark!  their  sougs  melodious  rise, 

Songs  of  praise  to  Jesus'  love  ! 

3  All  is  tranquil  and  serene, 

Calm  and  undisturbed  repose : 
There  no  cloud  can  intervene, 

There  no  angry  tempest  blows  : 
Every  tear  is  wiped  away, 

Sighs  no  more  shall  heave  the  breast, 
Night  is  lost  in  endless  day, 

Sorrow — in  eternal  rest. 

AD. ''  ''■All  the  sons  of  God  shouted  for  joy." 

1  Songs  of  praise  the  angels  sang, 
Heaven  with  hallelujahs  rang, 
When  Jehovah's  work  begun, 
When  he  spake,  and  it  was  done. 

2  Songs  of  praise  awoke  the  morn, 
When  the"  Prince  of  Peace  was  born : 
Somrs  of  praise  arose,  when  he 
Captive  led  captivity. 

3  Heaven  and  earth  must  pass  away ; 
Songs  of  praise  shall  crown  that  day: 
God  will  make  new  heavens  and  earth ; 
Songs  of  praise  shall  hail  their  birth. 

4  Saints  below,  with  heart  and  voice, 
Still  in  songs  of  praise  rejoice; 
Learning  here,  by  faith  and  love, 
Songs  of  praise  to  sing  above. 

5  Borne  upon  their  latest  breath 
Songs  of  praise  shall  conquer  death  ; 
Then,  amid  eternal  joy, 

Songs  of  praise  their  powers  employ. 

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896.*  Onward  go. 

1  Oft  in  sorrow,  oft  in  woe, 
Onward,  Christian,  onward  go ! 
Fight  the  fight,  maintain  the  strife, 
Strengthened  with  the  bread  of  life. 

2  Onward,  Christian,  onward  go ! 
Join  the  war  and  face  the  foe : 
Will  you  flee  in  danger's  hour  ? 
Know  you  not  your  captain's  power  ? 

3  Let  your  drooping  heart  be  glad ; 
March,  in  heavenly  armor  clad ; 
Fight !  nor  think  the  battle  long ; 
Soon  shall  vict'ry  tune  your  song. 

4  Let  not  sorrow  dim  your  eye ; 
Soon  shall  every  tear  be  dry : 

Let  not  fears  your  course  impede ; 
Great  your  strength,  if  great  your  need. 

5  Onward,  then,  to  battle  move ! 
More  than  conqu'ror  you  shall  prove ; 
Though  opposed  by  many  a  foe, 
Christian  soldier,  onward  go ! 

981.         " Faint  not,  Christian  /" 

1  Faint  not,  Christian!  though  the  road, 
Leading  to  thy  blest  abode, 
Darksome  be,  and  dangerous,  too  : 
Christ,thyGuide,will  bring  thee  through. 

2  Faint  not,  Christian  !  though  in  rage 
Satan  would  thy  soul  engage ; 

Gird  on  faith's  anointed  shield, — 
Bear  it  to  the  battle-field. 

3  Faint  not,  Christian!  though  the  world 
Hath  its  hostile  flag  unfurled : 


Hold  the  cross  of  Jesus  fast ; 
Thou  shalt  overcome  at  last. 

4  Faint  not,  Christian  !  though  within 
There 's  a  heart  so  prone  to  sin ; 
Christ,  the  Lord,  is  over  all ; 

He  '11  not  suffer  thee  to  fall. 

5  Faint  not,  Christian !  Jesus  near 
Soon  in  glory  will  appear ; 

And  his  love  will  then  bestow 
Power  to  conquer  every  foe. 

6  Faint  not,  Christian !  look  on  high ; 
See  the  harpers  in  the  sky : 
Patient  wait,  and  thou  wilt  join — 
Chant  with  them  of  love  divine. 


0  J  J- .  "  Let  us  not  sleep,  as  do  others."" 

1  Sleep  not,  soldier  of  the  Cross! 

Foes  are  lurking  all  around ; 
Look  not  here  to  find  repose : 

This  is  but  thy  battle-ground. 
3  Up  !  and  take  thy  shield  and  sword ; 

Up !  it  is  the  call  of  Heaven : 
Shrink  not  faithless  from  thy  Lord; 

Nobly  strive  as  he  hath  striven. 

3  Break  through  all  the  force  of  ill ; 

Tread  the  might  of  passion  down,— 
Struggling  onward,  onward  still, 
To  the  conqu'ring  Saviour's  crown ! 

4  Through  the  midst  of  toil  and  pain, 

Let  this  thought  ne'er  leave  thy  breast 
Every  triumph  thou  dost  gain 
Makes  more  sweet  thy  coming  rest. 


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1  I  close  my  heavy  eye, 

Saviour,  ever  near ! 
I  lift  my  soul  on  high, 

Through  the  darkness  drear 
Be  thou  my  light,  I  cry, 

Saviour,  ever  dear ! 

2  I  feel  thine  arms  around, 

Saviour,  ever  near! 
With  thee  if  I  am  found, 

Never  can  I  fear, 
Whatever  ills  abound  ; — 

Saviour,  ever  dear ! 


Ever  Near. 

3  Thine  is  the  day  and  night, 
Saviour,  ever  near! 

Thine  is  the  dark  and  light, 
Be  my  covert  here : 

Oh,  shield  me  with  thy  might, 
Saviour,  ever  dear ! 

4  And  when  I  come  to  die, 
Saviour,  ever  near, 

Receive  my  parting  sigh ; 

In  the  hour  of  fear, 
Be  to  my  spirit  nigh, 
Saviour,  ever  dear ! 


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Everlasting  joy  shall  be  upon  their  heads." 


1  Will  that  not  joyful  be, 
When  we  walk  by  faith  no  more, 
When  the  Lord  we  loved  before, 

As  Brother-man  we  see ; 
When  he  welcomes  us  above, 
When  we  share  his  smile  of  love, 

Will  that  not  joyful  be  ? 


2  Will  that  not  joyful  be, 
When  to  meet  us  rise  and  come 
All  our  buried  treasures  home, 

A  gladsome  company ! 
When  our  arms  embrace  again 
Those  we  mourned  so  long  in  vain, 

Will  that  not  joyful  be  ? 

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'  J have  longed  for  Thy  salvation,  0 
Lord.'''' 


1  Purer  yet  and  purer 

I  would  be  in  mind, 
Dearer  yet  and  dearer 
Every  duty  find ; 

2  Hoping  still  and  trusting 

God  without  a  fear, 
Patiently  believing 
He  will  make  all  clear ; 

3  Calmer  yet  and  calmer 

Trial  bear  and  pain, 
Surer  yet  and  surer 
Peace  at  last  to  gain  ; 

4  Suff'ring  still  and  doing, 

To  his  will  resigned, 
And  to  God  subduing 
Heart  and  will  and  mind. 

5  Higher  yet  and  higher 

Out  of  clouds  and  night, 
Nearer  yet  and  nearer 
Rising  to  the  light — 

6  Light  serene  and  holy, 

Where  my  soul  may  rest, 
Purified  and  lowly, 
Sanctified  and  blest. 

7  Quicker  yet  and  quicker 

Ever  onward  press, 

Firmer  yet  and  firmer 

Step  as  I  progress  : 


8  Oft  these  earnest  longings 
Swell  within  my  breast, 
Yet  their  inner  meaning 
Ne'er  can  be  expressed. 

679,  "lam  thy  God;  Twill  strengthen  thee.* 

1  Oh,  let  him  whose  sorrow 

No  relief  can  find, 
Trust  in  God,  and  borrow 

Ease  for  heart  and  mind ! 
Where  the  mourner,  weeping, 

Sheds  the  sacred  tear, 
God  his  watch  is  keeping, 

Though  none  else  is  near. 

2  God  will  never  leave  us ; 

All  our  wants  he  knows  ; 
Feels  the  pains  that  grieve  ua, 

Sees  our  cares  and  woes : 
When  in  grief  we  languish, 

He  will  dry  the  tear 
Who  his  children's  anguish 

Soothes  with  suceor~near. 

3  All  our  woe  and  sadness 

In  this  world  below, 
Equal  not  the  gladness 

We  in  heaven  shall  know, — 
When  our  gracious  Saviour, 

In  the  realms  above, 
Crowns  us  with  his  favor, 

Fills  us  with  his  love. 


3  Will  that  not  joyful  be, 
When  we  hear  what  none  can  tell, 
And  the  ringing  chorus  swell 

Of  angels'  melody ! 
When  we  join  their  songs  of  praise, 
Hallelujahs  with  them  raise, 

Will  that  not  joyful  be? 


4  Yes  !  that  will  joyful  be ; 
Let  the  world  her  gifts  recall ; 
There  is  bitterness  in  all : 

Her  joys  are  vanity ! 
Courage,  dear  ones  of  my  heart ! 
Though  it  grieves  us  here  to  part, 

There  we  shall  joyful  be  ! 


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ZoO.   Compassion  of  Christ. — Luke  19:  41. 

1  Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep, 

And  shall  our  cheeks  he  dry  ? 
Let  floods  of  penitential  grief 
Burst  forth  from  every  eye. 

2  The  Son  of  God  in  tears 

The  wondering  angels  see ! 
Be  thou  astonished,  O  my  soul ! 
He  shed  those  tears  for  thee. 

3  He  wept  that  we  might  weep ; 

Each  sin  demands  a  tear: 
In  heaven  alone  no  sin  is  found, 
And  weeping  is  not  there. 

A  OQ     "I7ow  should  man  be  just  with  God  f" 
to**  Job  9:  2. 

1  An,  how  shall  fallen  man 

Be  just  before  his  God ! 
If  he  contend  in  righteousness, 
We  fall  beneath  his  rod. 

2  If  he  our  ways  should  mark, 

With  strict  inquiring  eyes, 
Could  we  for  one  of  thousand  faults 
A  just  excuse  devise  ? 

3  All-seeing,  powerful  God ! 

Who  can  with  thee  contend  ? 
Or  who  that  tries  th'  unequal  strife, 
Shall  prosper  in  the  end  ? 

4  The  mountains,  in  thy  wrath, 

Their  ancient  seats  forsake ; 
The  trembling  earth  deserts  her  place, 
Her  rooted  pillars  shake. 

5  Ah,  how  shall  guilty  man 

Contend  with  such  a  God ! 
None,  none  can  meet  him  and  escape, 
But  through  the  Saviour's  blood. 

£00     y  Out  of  the  depths  have  I cried  zmto 
Ovv.  Thee.1"— Psalm  130. 

1  Out  of  the  depths  of  woe, 
To  thee,  O  Lord !  I  cry ; 


Darkness  surrounds  me,  yet  I  know 
That  thou  art  ever  nigh. 

2  I  cast  my  hopes  on  thee ; 

Thou  canst,  thou  wilt  forgive; 
If  thou  shouldst  mark  iniquity, 
Who  in  thy  sight  could  live  ? 

3  I  wait  for  thee ;  I  wait, 

Confessing  all  my  sin  : 
Lord !  I  am  knocking  at  thy  gate ; 
Open,  and  take  me  in. 

4  Glory  to  God  above ! 

The  waters  soon  will  cease ; 
For  lo  !  the  swift-returning  dove 
Brings  home  the  pledge  of  peace. 

5  Though  storms  his  face  obscure, 

And  dangers  threaten  loud, 
Jehovah's  covenant  is  sure, 
His  bow  is  in  the  cloud ! 

00  7.  Hope  in  the  Cross. 

1  My  former  hopes  are  fled, 

My  terror  now  begins  ; 

I  feel,  alas !  that  I  am  dead 

In  trespasses  and  sins. 

2  Ah !  whither  shall  I  fly  ? 

I  hear  the  thunder  roar : 
The  law  proclaims  destruction  nigh, 
And  vengeance  at  the  door. 

3  When  I  review  my  ways, 

I  dread  impending  doom ; 
But  sure  a  friendly  whisper  says,  . 
"  Flee  from  the  wrath  to  come." 

4  I  see,  or  think  I  see, 

A  glimmering  from  afar; 
A  beam  of  day  that  shines  for  me, 
To  save  me  from  despair. 

5  Forerunner  of  the  sun, 

It  marks  the  pilgrim's  way ; 
I  '11  gaze  upon  it  while  I  run, 
And  watch  the  rising  day. 


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COK     "0  Zord,  hear  me,  for  I  am  poor  and 
u^^«  needy." 

1  My  God,  my  prayer  attend ; 

Oh,  bow  thine  ear  to  me — 
"Without  a  hope,  without  a  friend, 
Without  a  help  but  thee  ! 

2  Oh,  guard  my  soul  around, 

Which  ioves  and  trusts  thy  grace  ; 
Nor  let  the  powers  of  hell  confound 
The  hopes  on  thee  I  place ! 

3  Thy  mercy  I  entreat : 

Let  mercy  hear  my  cries, 
While,  humbly  waiting  at  thy  feet, 
My  daily  prayers  arise. 

4  Oh,  bid  my  heart  rejoice, 

And  every  fear  control ! 
Since  at  thy  throne  with  suppliant  voice 
To  thee  I  lift  my  soul. 

04:0.  Confiding  Prayer. 

1  And  shall  I  sit  alone, 

Oppressed  with  grief  and  fear? 


To  God,  my  Father,  make  my  moan, 
And  he  refuse  to  hear  ? 

If  he  my  Father  be, 

His  pity  he  will  show  ; 
From  cruel  bondage  set  me  free, 

And  inward  peace  bestow. 

If  still  he  silence  keep, 

'T  is  but  my  faith  to  try  ; 
He  knows  and  feels  whene'er  I  weep, 

And  softens  every  sigh. 

Then  will  I  humbly  wait, 
Nor  once  indulge  despair  : 

My  sins  are  great, — but  not  so  great 
As  his  compassions  are. 

Doxologt. 

To  God,  the  Father,  Son, 

And  Spirit,  glory  be, 
As  was,  and  is,  and  shall  remain 

Through  all  eternity ! 


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u  ■•-  •  holy.'" 

1  Another  six  days'  work  is  done  ; 
Another  Sabbath  is  begun  : 
Return,  my  soul,  unto  thy  rest ; 
Enjoy  the  day  thy  God  hath  blest. 

2  Oh  that  our  thoughts  and  thanks  may  rise, 
As  grateful  incense  to  the  skies ! 

And  draw  from  heaven  that  calm  repose, 
Which  none  but  he  who  feels  it  knows  ; 

3  That  heavenly  calm  within  the  breast ! 
It  is  the  pledge  of  that  dear  rest 
Which  for  the  church  of  God  remains, — 
The  end  of  cares,  the  end  of  pains. 

4  In  holy  duties  let  the  day, 
In  holy  pleasures,  pass  away. 
How  sweet  a  Sabbath  thus  to  spend, 
In  hope  of  one  that  ne'er  shall  end ! 


•/QQ     "Is  there  n  o  Physician  there  V* 
*  °°'  Jer.  8:  22. 

IWht   droops  my  soul,  with  grief  op- 
pressed ? 
Whence  these  wild  tumults  in  my  breast? 
Is  there  no  balm  to  heal  my  wound  ? 
No  kind  physician  to  be  found  ? 

2  Raise  to  the  cross  thy  weeping  eyes  ; 
Behold,  the  Prince  of  glory  dies ! 
He  dies  extended  on  the  tree, 
Thence  sheds  a  sovereign  balm  for  thee. 

3  Dear  Saviour !  at  thy  feet  I  lie, 
Here  to  receive  a  cure,  or  die; 

But  grace  forbids  that  painful  fear— 
Oh,  boundless  grace  !  it  triumphs  here. 

4  Expand,  my  soul,  with  holy  joy  ; 
Hosannas  be  thy  blest  employ, 
Salvation  thy  eternal  theme, — 

And  swell  the  song  with  Jesus'  name  ! 


,Q1  (K     "  What  sinners  value,  I  resign." 
01°-  Psalm  it. 

1  What  sinners  value,  I  resign  ; 
Lord,  't  is  enough  that  thou  art  mine : 
I  shall  behold  thy  blissful  face, 

And  stand  complete  in  righteousness. 

2  This  life  's  a  dream,  an  empty  show ; 
But  the  bright  world  to  which  I  go 
Hath  joys  substantial  and  sincere  : 
When  shall  I  wake  and  find  me  therj  > 

3  Oh,  glorious  hour !  oh,  blest  abode] 
I  shall  be  near  and  like  my  God ; 
And  flesh  and  sin  no  more  control 
The  sacred  pleasures  of  the  soul. 

4  My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound  ; 
Then  burst  the  chains  with  sweet  sur- 
prise, 

And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rise ! 


11 0  b .       "  It  is  even  a  vapor? 

1  How  vain  is  all  beneath  the  skies ! 
How  transient  every  earthly  bliss ! 
How  slender  all  the*  fondest  ties, 
That  bind  us  to  a  world  like  this ! 

2  The  evening  cloud,  the  morning  dew, 
The  withering  grass,  the  fading  flower, 
Of  earthly  hopes  are  emblems  true — 
The  glory  of  a  passing  hour ! 

3  But  though  earth's  fairest  blossoms  die, 
And  all  beneath  the  skies  is  vain, 
There  is  a  land,  whose  confines  lie 
Beyond  the  reach  of  care  and  pain. 

4  Then  let  the  hope  of  joys  to  come 
Dispel  our  cares,  and  chase  our  fears  : 
If  God  be  ours,  we  're  traveling  home, 
Though  passing  through  a  vale  of  tears. 


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I  O.  Sabbath  Evening. 

1  Sweet  is  the  light  of  Sabbath  eve, 
And  soft  the  sunbeams  lingering  there ; 
For  these  blest  hours  the  world  I  leave, 
Wafted  on  wings  of  faith  and  prayer. 

2  Season  of  rest !  the  tranquil  soul 
Feels  the  sweet  calm,  and  melts  in  love  ; 
And  while  these  sacred  moments  roll, 
Faith  sees  a  smiling  heaven  above. 

3  Nor  will  our  days  of  toil  be  long : 
Our  pilgrimage  will  soon  be  trod; 
And  we  shall  join  the  ceaseless  song, 
The  endless  Sabbath  of  our  God. 

i  00.  With  Christ  in  Heaven. 

1  As  when  the  weary  traveler  gains 
The  height  of  some  o'erlooking  hill, 
His  heart  revives,  if  o'er  the  plains 

He  sees  his  home,  though  distant  still— 

2  So  when  the  Christian  pilgrim  views, 
By  faith,  his  mansion  in  the  skies, 
The  sight  his  fainting  strength  renews, 
And  wings  his  speed  to  reach  the  prize. 

3  "  'T  is  there,"  he  says,  "  I  am  to  dwell 
With  Jesus  in  the  realms  of  day ; 
Then  shall  I  bid  my  cares  farewell 
And  he  will  wipe  my  tears  away," 


845. 


TJie  Mercy-seat. 


1  From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, 
From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat ; 

'T  is  found  beneath  the  mercy-seat. 

2  There  i*  h  place  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads, — 

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A  place,  than  all  besides,  more  sweet ; 
It  is  the  blood-bought  mercy-seat. 

3  There  is  a  scene  where  spirits  blend, 
Wherefriendholds  fellowshipwith  friend: 
Though  sundered  far,  by  faith  they  meet 
Around  one  common  mercy-seat ! 

4  There,  there,  on  eagle  wings  we  soar, 
And  sense  and  sin  molest  no  more, 
Andheavencoines  downoursouls  togreet, 
And  glory  crowns  the  mercy-seat ! 

5  Oh !  let  my  hand  forget  her  skill, 
My  tongue  be  silent,  cold  and  still, 
This  throbbing  heart  forget  to  beat, 
If  I  forget  the  mercy-seat. 


8G4. 


"  How  blest  the  sacred  tie  P 


1  How  blest  the  sacred  tie  that  binds, 
In  union  sweet,  according  minds ! 
How  swift  the  heavenly  course  they  run, 
Whose  hearts  and  faith  and  hopes  are  one ! 

2  To  each  the  soul  of  each  how  dear! 
What  jealous  care,  what  holy  fear ! 
How  doth  the  generous  flame  within, 
Eefine  from  earth  and  cleanse  from  sin I 

3  Their  streaming  tears  together  flow 
For  human  guilt  and  human  woe ; 
Their  ardent  prayers  united  rise, 
Like  mingling  flames  in  sacrifice. 

■i  Together  oft  they  seek  the  place 
Where  God  reveals  his  awful  face ; 
Howhigh,howstrongtheir  raptures  swell 
There  's  none  but  kindred  minds  can  tell. 

5  Nor  shall  the  glowing  flame  expire 
'Mid  nature's  drooping,  sickening  fire: 
Soon  shall  they  meet  in  realms  above, 
A  heaven  of  joy,  because  of  love. 


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-L^tu-  Psalm  90. 

1  Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Our  shelter  from  the  stormy  blast, 
And  our  eternal  home ! 

2  Under  the  shadow  of  thy  throne, 

Thy  saints  have  dwelt  secure ; 
Sufficient  is  thine  arm  alone, 
And  our  defense  is  sure. 

3  Before  the  hills  in  order  stood, 

Or  earth  received  her  frame, 
From  everlasting  thou  art  God, 
To  endless  years  the  same. 

4  Thy  word  commands  our  flesh  to  dust : 

"  Return,  ye  sons  of  men  :" 
All  nations  rose  from  earth  at  first, 
And  turn  to  earth  again. 

5  Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  stream, 

Bears  all  its  sons  away ; 
They  fly,  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
Dies  at  the  opening  day. 

6  Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Be  thou  our  guard  while  troubles  last, 
And  our  eternal  home ! 

4 1 0 .        «  My  Saviour  died  for  me." 

I  Thou  art  my  hiding-place,  O  Lord ! 
In  thee  I  put  my  trust, 
Encouraged  by  thy  holy  word — 
A  feeble  child  of  dust. 
52 1  have  no  argument  beside, 
I  urge  no  other  plea ; 
And  'tis  enough  the  Saviour  died, 
The  Saviour  died  for  me  ! 

3  When  storms  of  fierce  temptation  beat, 
And  furious  foes  assail, 
My  refuge  is  the  mercy-scat, 
My  hope  within  the  vail. 


4  From  strife  of  tongues,  and  bitter  words, 

My  spirit  flies  to  thee ; 
Joy  to  my  heart  the  thought  affords, 
My  Saviour  died  for  me ! 

5  And  when  thine  awful  voice  commands 

This  body  to  decay, 
And  life,  in  its  last  lingering  sands, 
Is  ebbing  fast  away  ; — 

6  Then,  though  it  be  in  accents  weak, 

My  voice  shall  call  ou  thee, 
And  ask  for  strength  in  death  to  speak^ 
"  My  Saviour  died  fur  me." 


(\  €>  7    "  Wilt  not  Thou  deliver  my  feet  from 
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1  Alas,  what  hourly  dangers  rise! 

What  snares  beset  my  way ! 
To  heaven,  oh,  let  me  lift  mine  eyes, 
And  hourly  watch  and  pray. 

2  Howoft  mymournful  thoughts  complain, 

And  melt  in  flowing  tears ! 
My  weak  resistance,  oh,  how  vain ! 
How  strong  my  foes  and  fears ! 

3 .0  gracious  God  !  in  whom  I  live, 
My  feeble  efforts  aid  ; 
Help  me  to  watch,  and  pray,  and  strive, 
Though  trembling  and  afraid. 

4  Increase  my  faith,  increase  my  hope, 

When  foes  and  fears  prevail ; 
And  bear  my  fainting  spirit  up, 
Or  soon  my  strength  will  fail. 

5  Whene'er  temptations  fright  my  heart, 

Or  lure  my  feet  aside, 
My  God,  thy  powerful  aid  impart. 
My  Guardian  and  my  Guide. 

6  Oh,  keep  me  in  thy  heavenly  way, 

And  bid  the  tempter  flee  ! 

And  let  me  never,  never  stray 

From  happiness  and  thee. 


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TJie  Judgment-seat  of  Christ. 


1  That  awful  day  will  surely  come, 

Th1  appointed  hour  makes  baste, 
When  I  must  staud  before  my  Judge, 
Aud  pass  the  solemn  test. 

2  Thou  lovely  Chief  of  all  my  joys, 

Thou  Sovereign  of  my  heart ! 
How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 
Pronounce  the  sound,  "Depart!" 

3  Oh,  wretched  state  of  deep  despair! 

To  see  my  God  remove — 
And  fix  my  doleful  station  where 
I  must  not  taste  his  love ! 

4  Jesus,  I  throw  my  arms  around, 

And  hang  upon  thy  breast : 
Without  a  gracious  smile  from  thee, 
My  spirit  can  not  rest. 

5  Oh,  tell  me  that  my  worthless  name 

Is  graven  on  thy  hands  ! 
Show  me  some  promise  in  thy  book, 
Where  my  salvation  stands. 

6  Give  me  one  kind,  assuring  word, 

To  sink  my  fears  again ; 
And  cheerfu!l}T  my  soul  shall  wait 
Her  threescore  years  and  ten. 


580. 


Inconstancy  lamented. 


1  Loxg  have  I  sat  beneath  the  sound 

Of  thy  salvation,  Lord; 
Yet  still  how  weak  my  faith  is  found, 
And  knowledge  of  thy  word  ! 

2  How  cold  and  feeble  is  my  love! 

How  negligent  my  fear'! 
How  low  my  hope  of  joys  above ! 
How  few  affections  there ! 


3  Great  God  !  thy  sovereign  power  impart 

To  give  thy  word  success  ; 
Write  thy  salvation  in  my  heart, 
And  make  me  learn  thy  grace. 

4  Show  my  forgetful  feet  the  way 

That  leads  to  joys  on  high  ; 
Where  knowledge  grows  without  decay, 

And  love  shall  never  die. 

1280.        "  Oh,  how  shall  I  appear  f 

1  When,  rising  from  the  bed  of  death 

O'erwhelmed  with  guilt  and  fear, 
I  see  my  Maker  lace  to.  face — 
Oh,  how  shall  I  appear ! 

2  If  now,  while  pardon  may  be  found, 

And  mercy  may  be  sought, 
My  heart  with  inward  horror  shrinks, 
And  trembles  at  the  thought ; — 

3  Whenthou,0  Lord  !  shalt  stand  disclosed 

In  majesty  severe, 
And  sit  in  judgment  on  my  soul, 
Oh,  how  snail  I  appear ! 

4  Then,  see  my  sorrows,  gracious  Lord ! 

Let  mere}'  set  me  free, 
While  in  the  confidence  of  prayer 
My  heart  takes  hold  of  thee. 

5  For  never  shall  my  soul  despair 

Thy  mercy  to  procure, 
Since"  thy  beloved  Son  hath  died 
To  make  that  mercy  sure. 

Doxologt. 

Let  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit,  be  adored, 
Where  there  are  works   to   make  him 
known, 

Or  saints  to  love  the  Lord ! 


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4Z.  «/  toi^  2Aa£  «ie«.  pray  everywhere." 

1  Jesus,  where'er  thy  people  meet, 
There  they  behold  thy  mercy-seat ; 
Where'er  they  seek  thee,  thou  art  found, 
Aad  every  place  is  hallowed  ground. 

2  For  thou,  within  no  walls  confined, 
Inhabitest  the  humble  mind ; 

Such  ever  bring  thee  where  they  come, 
And  going,  take  thee  to  their  home. 

3  Great  Shepherd  of  thy  chosen  few ! 
Thy  former  mercies  here  renew  ; 
Here  to  our  waiting  hearts  proclaim 
The  sweetness  of  thy  saving  name. 

OQ  "  The  love  of  CJirist,  which  passeih  hnowl- 
Oo.  edge" 

1  Come,  dearest  Lord  !  descend  and  dwell 
By  faith  and  love  in  every  breast ; 
Then  shall  we  know,  and  taste,  and  feel 
The  joys  that  can  not  be  expressed. 

2  Come,fill  our  hearts  with  inward  strength, 
Make  our  enlarged  souls  possess, 

And  learn  the  height,  and  breadth,  and 

length, 
Of  thine  immeasurable  grace. 

8  Now  to  the  God  whose  power  can  do 
More  than  our  thoughts  and  wishes  know, 
Be  everlasting  honors  done 
By  all  the  church,  through  Christ  his  Son! 

4  O  /  .    "No  other  Friend  can  J  desire." 

1  My  precious  Lord,  for  thy  dear  name 
I  bear  the  cross,  despise  the  shame ; 
Nor  do  I  faint  while  thou  art  near; 

I  lean  on  thee ;  how  can  I  fear  ? 

2  No  other  name  but  thine  is  given 

To  cheer  my  soul  in  earth  or  heaven ; 


No  other  wealth  will  I  require ; 
No  other  friend  can  I  desire. 
Yea,  into  nothing  would  I  fall 
For  thee  alone,  my  All  in  All ; 
To  feel  thy  love,  my  only  joy ; 
To  tell  thy  love,  my  sole  employ. 


[Zet  TJiy  presence  set  me  free? 


988. 


1  My  soul  before  thee  prostrate  lies ; 
To  thee,  her  Source,  my  spirit  flies : 
My  wants  I  mourn,  my  chains  I  see, — 
Oh,  let  thy  presence  set  me  free ! 

2  Undone  and  lost,  for  aid  I  cry; 
In  thy  death,  Saviour,  let  me  die ; 
Griev'd  with  thy  grief,  pain'd  with  thy 

pain, 
Ne'er  let  me  live  for  self  again. 

3  In  life's  short  day,  let  me  yet  more 
Of  thine  enlivening  love  implore  ; 
My  mind  must  deeper  sink  in  thee, 

My  foot  stand  firm,  from  wandering  free. 

JL^UU.  "Unvail  thy  bosom, faithful  tomb" 

1  Unvail  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb  ; 
Take  this  new  treasure  to  thy  trust, 
And  give  these  sacred  relics  room 
To  slumber  in  the  silent  dust. 

2  Nor  pain,  nor  grief,  nor  anxious  fear, 
Invade  thy  bounds  ;  no  mortal  woes 
Can  reach  the  peaceful  sleeper  here, 
While  angels  watch  the  soft  repose. 

3  So  Jesus  slept;  God's  dying  Son 
Passed  thro'  the  grave,  and  blest  the  bed : 
Rest  here,  blest  saint,  till  from  his  throne 
The  morning  break,  and  pierce  the  shade. 

4  Break  from  his  throne,  illustrious  morn! 
Attend,  O  earth !  his  sovereign  word : 
Restore  thy  trust :  a  glorious  form 
Shall  then  ascend  to  meet  the  Lord! 


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1  When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 
On  which  the  Prince  of  Glory  died, 
My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

2  Forbid  it  Lord,  that  I  should  boast, 
Save  in  the  death  of  Christ  my  God  : 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most- 
I  sacrifice  them  to  his  blood. 

S  See,  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 
Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down ! 
Did  e  er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet, 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown  ? 

4  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 
That  were  an  offering  far  too  small : 
Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 
Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all ! 


501. 


Probation  in  this  life  only. 
Eccles.  9    10 


1  Life  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord, 
The  time  t'  insure  the  great  reward  ; 
And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn, 
The  vilest  sinner  may  return. 

2  Life  is  the  hour  that  God  has  given 
T'  escape  from  hell  and  fly  to  heaven  ; 
The  day  of  grace, — and  mortals  may 
Secure  the  blessings  of  the  day. 

S  Then  what  my  thoughts  design  to  do, 
My  hands,  wi:h  ail  your  might  pursue, 
Since  no  device,  nor  work  is  found, 
Nor  faith,  nor  hope,  beneath  the  ground. 

4  There  are  no  acts  of  pardon  passed 
In  the  cold  grave  to  which  we  haste ; 
But  darkness,  death,  and  long  despair 
Keign  in  eternal  silence  there. 


811. 


"With  mu  soul  have  I  desired  T7i&<t^ 


1  My  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 
A  stranger  to  myself  and  thee ; 
Amid  a  thousand  thoughts  1  rove, 
Forgetful  of  my  highest  love. 

3  Why  should  my  passions  mix  with  earth, 
And  thus  debase  my  heavenly  birth  ? 
Why  should  I  cling  to  things  below, 
And  let  my  God,  my  Saviour,  go  ? 

3  Call  me  away  from  flesh  and  sense ; 
One  sovereign  word  can  draw  me  thence ; 
I  would  obey  the  voice  divine, 

And  all  inferior  joys  resign. 

4  Be  earth,  with  all  her  scenes,  withdrawn ; 
Let  noise  and  vanity  be  gone : 

In  secret  silence  of  the  mind 

My  heaven,  and  there  my  God,  I  find. 

Q  O  Q         "Fa iih  exemplified  in  the  li/e.n 
J£d-  Tit.  2:   10-13 

1  So  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 
The  holy  gospel  we  profess  ; 
So  let  our  works  and  virtues  shine, 
To  prove  the  doctrine  all  divine. 

3  Thus  shall  we  best  proclaim  abroad 
The  honors  of  our  Saviour  God ; 
When  his  salvation  reigns  within, 
And  grace  subdues  the  power  of  sin. 

3  Our  flesh  and  sense  must  be  denied, 
Passion  and  envy,  lust  and  pride  ; 
While  justice,temperance,truth,andloYG^ 
Our  inward  piety  approve. 

4  Religion  bears  our  spirits  up, 
While  we  expect  that  blessed  hope, 
The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord, — 
And  faith  stands  leaning  on  his  word, 


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1  Keep  us,  Lord,  oh,  keep  us  ever ! 

Vaiu  our  hope,  if  left  by  thee ; 

We  are  thine ;  oh,  leave  us  never, 

Till  thy  glorious  face  we  see  ! 

Then  to  praise  thee 
Through  a  bright  eternity. 

2  Precious  is  thy  word  of  promise, 

Precious  to  thy  people  here ; 

Never  take  thy  presence  from  us, 

Jesus,  Saviour,  still  be  near: 

Living,  dying, 
May  thy  name  our  spirits  cheer. 


297. 


Vie  voice  from  Calvary.— John  19 : 


1  Hark!  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 

Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary ; 
See !  it  rends  the  rocks  asunder, 
Shakes  the  earth,  and  vails  the  sky : 

"It  is  finished!" 
Hear  the  dying  Saviour  cry. 

2  "It  is  finished!"— Oh,  what  pleasure 

Do  these  charming  words  afford ! 

Heavenly  blessings,  without  measure, 

Flow  to  us  from  Christ,  the  Lord : 

"It  is  finished!" 
Saints,  the  dying  words  record. 

3  Tune  your  harps  anew,  ye  seraphs ; 

Join  to  sing  the  pleasing  theme  : 
All  on  earth  and  all  in  heaven, 
Join  to  praise  Immanuel's  name : 

Hallelujah ! 
Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb  ! 


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Hasten  to  the  Saviour. 


1  Hear,  0  sinner !  mercy  hails  you ; 
Now  with  sweetest  voice  she  calls : 


Bids  you  haste  to  seek  the  Saviour, 
Ere  the  hand  of  justice  falls : 

Hear,  O  sinner! 
'T  is  the  voice  of  mercy  calls. 

2  Haste,  O  sinner,  to  the  Saviour ! 
Seek  his  mercy  while  you  may  ; 
Soon  the  day  of  grace  is  over ; 
Soon  your  life  will  pass  away ; 

'Haste,  O  sinner ! 
You  must  perish  if  you  stay. 


1^87.  "Tlie  Judgment  of  the  great  day" 

1  Day  of  Judgment — day  of  wonders ! 

Hark  ! — the  trumpet's  awful  sound, 
Louder  than  a  thousand  thunders, 
Shakes  the  vast  creation  round ! 

How  the  summons 
Will  the  sinner's  heart  confound ! 

2  See  the  Judge  our  nature  wearing, 

Clothed  in  majesty  divine! 
You,  who  long  for  his  appearing, 

Then  shall  say,  "  This  God  is  mine !" 
Gracious  Saviour, 
-»  Own  me  in  that  day  for  thine  ! 

3  At  his  call  the  dead  awaken, 

Rise  to  life  from  eari.li  and  sea ; 
All  the  powers  of  nature,  shaken 
By  his  looks,  prepare  to  flee : 

Careless  sinner, 
What  will  then  become  of  thee  ? 


•i  But  to  those  who  have  confessed, 
Loved  and  served  the  Lord  below, 
He  will  say,  "Come  near,  ye  blessed, 
See  the  kingdom  I  bestow  ; 

You  for  ever 
Shall  my  love  and  glory  know  l" 


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1  When  I  listen  to  thy  word, 

lu  thy  temple,  cold  and  dead; 
When  I  can  not  see  thee,  Lord, 
All  faith's  little  daylight  fled— 

Sun  of  glory, 
Beam  again  around  m}T  head. 

2  When  thy  statutes  I  forsake ; 

When  my  graces  dimly  shine  ; 
When  thy  covenant  I  break — 
Jesus,  then  remember  thine : 

Check  my  wanderings 
By  a  look  of  love  divine. 

8  When  thy  heavenly  dew  distills, 

And  my  views,  O  Lord,  are  clear — 
Clear  and  bright  from  Zion's  hills, 
Temper  joy  with  holy  fear ; 

Keep  me  watchful, 
Only  safe  when  thou  art  near. 

4  When  afflictions  cloud  my  sky, 

When  the  tide  of  sorrow  flows, 
When  thy  rod  is  lifted  high, 
Let  me  on  thy  love  repose  : 

Stay  the  rough  wind, 
When  thy  chilling  east  wind  blows. 

5  When  the  vale  of  death  appears, 

Faint  and  cold  this  mortal  clay, 
Kind  Forerunner !  soothe  my  fears, 
Light  me  through  the  darksome  way : 

Break  the  shadows — 
Usher  in  eternal  day  ! 


Every  sentence,  oh,  how  tender ! 
Every  line  is  full  of  love  : 

Hear,  oh,  hear  it ! 
Every  line  is  full  of  love. 

2  Hear  the  heralds  of  the  gospel 

News  from  Zion's  King  proclaim  : 
"To  each  rebel  sinner  pardon, 
Free  forgiveness  in  his  name :" 

Oh,  receive  it ! 
"  Free  forgiveness  in  his  name." 

3  Now,  ye  angels,  hovering  round  us, 

Wailing  spirits,  speed  your  way ; 
Haste  ye  to  the  court  of  heaven, 
Tidings  bear  without  delay  : 

Rebel  sinners 
Glad  the  message  will  obey. 


517. 


Free  Forgiveness. 


I  Sinners,  will  you  scorn  the  message 
Sent  in  mercy  from  above  ? 

*  9bserve  the  tb  for  t\\s,  Hymn. 


518. 


"  Look  unto  me  and  he  ye  saved.'" 


1  Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  wretched, 
This  is  your  accepted  hour: 
Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 
Full  of  pity,  love,  and  power : 
He  is  able. 


Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo !  the  Saviour  prostrate  lies ; 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him ! 

Hear  him  crv,  before  he  dies, 
"It  is  finished!" 

Sinners,  will  not  this  suffice  ? 

Lo !  th'  incarnate  God  ascended 
Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood ; 

Venture  on  him,  venture  wholly. 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude : 

None  but  Jesus 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 


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****  '  •  my  soul.'" — Psalm  66. 

1  O  all  ye  lands,  rejoice  in  God  ! 

Sing1  praises  to  his  name ; 
Let  all  the  earth,  with  one  accord, 
His  wondrous  acts  proclaim ; 

2  And  let  his  faithful  servants  tell 

How,  by  redeeming  love, 
Their  souls  are  saved  from  death  and  hell, 
To  share  the  joys  above ; — 

3  Tell  how  the  Holy  Spirit's  grace 

Forbids  their  feet  to  slide ; 
And,  as  they  run  the  Christian  race, 
Vouchsafes  to  be  their  guide. 

4  Oh,  then,  rejoice,  and  shout  for  joy, 

Ye  ransomed  of  the  Lord  ! 
Be  grateful  praise  your  sweet  employ, 
His  presence  your  reward. 


"  Happy  is  the  man  thatfindeth 
wisdom.'''' — Prov.  3 :  IS. 


958. 


1  Oh,  happy  is  the  man  that  hears 

Instruction's  warning  voice ; 
And  who  celestial  wisdom  makes 
His  early,  only  choice. 

2  For  she  hath  treasures  greater  far 

Than  east  and  west  unfold ; 
And  her  rewards  more  precious  are 
Than  all  their  stores  of  gold. 

3  She  guides  the  young  with  innocence, 

In  pleasure's  paths  to  tread  ; 
A  crown  of  glory  she  bestows 
Upon  the  hoary  head. 

4  According  as  her  labors  rise, 

So  her  rewards  increase ; 
Her  ways  are  ways  of  pleasantness, 
And  all  her  paths  are  peace. 


19  Q  A      "  Wlien  shall  I  see  my  Father** 
AO1*'  facer 

1  On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 

And  cast  a  wishful  eve 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 
Where  my  possessions  lie. 

2  Oh,  the  transporting,  rapturous  scene, 

That  rises  to  my  sight ! 
Sweet  fields  arrayed  in  living  green, 
And  rivers  of  delight. 

3  O'er  all  those  wide  extended  plains 

Shines  one  eternal  day ; 
There  God,  the  Sun,  for  ever  reigns, 
And  scatters  night  away. 

4  No  chilling  winds,  no  poisonous  breath, 

Can  reach  that  healthful  shore  ; 
Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death, 
Are  felt  and  feared  no  more. 

5  When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place, 

And  be  for  ever  blest  ? 
When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face, 
And  in  his  bosom  rest  ? 

6  Filled  with  delight,  my  raptured  soul 

Can  here  no  longer  stay ; 
Though  Jordan's  waves  around  me  roll, 
Fearless  I  'd  launch  away. 


1 A  O  O .  JVb  Sin  in  Heaven. 

1  Far  from  these  narrow  scenes  of  night, 

Unbounded  glories  rise, 
And  realms  of  infinite  delight, 
Unknown  to  mortal  eyes. 

2  Fair,  distant  land!  could  mortal  eyes 

But  half  its  charms  explore, 
How  would  our  spirits  long  to  rise, 
And  dwell  on  carta  no  more ! 


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3  No  clouds  those  blissful  regions  know- 

Realms  ever  bright  and  lair ! 
For  sin,  the  source  of  mortal  woe, 
Can  never  enter  there. 

4  Oh,  may  the  heavenly  prospect  fire 

Our  hearts  with  ardent  love ! 
Till  wings  of  faith,  and  strong  desire, 
Bear  every  thought  above. 

5  Prepare  us,  Lord,  by  grace  divine, 

For  thy  bright  courts  on  high ; 
Then  bid  our  spirits  rise  and  join 
The  chorus  of  the  sky. 


1  9^0  "^  Mat  sitteth  on  the  throne  shall 
X<UU\J.  dwell  among  them."— Rev.  7:  11-17. 

1  How  bright  these  glorious  spirits  shine ! 

"Whence  all  their  white  array  ? 
How  came  they  to  the  blissful  seats 
Of  everlasting  day  ? 

2  Lo !  these  are  they  from  sufferings  great 

Who  came  to  realms  of  light, 
And  in  the  blood  of  Christ  have  washed 
Those  robes  which  shine  so  bright. 

8  Xow,  with  triumphal  palms,  they  stand 
Before  the  throne  on  high, 
And  serve  the  God  they  love,  amid 
The  glories  of  the  sky. 

4  His  presence  fills  each  heart  with  joy, 

Tunes  every  voice  to  sing ; 
By  day,  by  night,  the  sacred  courts 
With  glad  hosannahs  ring. 

5  The  Lamb,  that  dwells  amid  the  throne, 

Shall  o'er  them  still  preside, 
Feed  them  with  nourishment  divine, 
And  all  their  footsteps  guide. 

6  In  pastures  green  he  '11  lead  his  flock, 

Where  living  streams  appear ; 


And  God,  the  Lord,  from  every  eye 
Shall  wipe  off  every  tear. 


10C\C\     "Isaio  ft  neic  heaven  anrf  a  new 
-UU.  earth."— Rev.  21:  1-5. 

1  Lo !  what  a  glorious  sight  appears 
To  our  believing  eyes ! 
The  earth  and  seas  are  passed  away, 
And  the  old  rolling  skies. 

3  From  the  third  heaven,whereGod  resides, 
That  holy,  happy  place, 
The  new  Jerusalem  comes  down, 
Adorned  with  shining  grace. 

3  Attending  angels  shout  for  joy, 

And  the  bright  armies  sing : 
"  Mortals  !  behold  the  sacretl  seat 
Of  your  descending  King. 

4  "  The  God  of  glory  down  to  men 

Removes  his  blest  abode, — 
Men,  the  dear  objects  of  his  grace, 
And  he,  the  loving  God. 

5  "  His  own  soft  hands  shall  wipe  the  tears 

From  every  weeping  eye ; 
And  pains,  and  groans,  and  griefs,  and 
fears, 
And  death  itself  shall  die." 

6  How  long,  dear  Saviour!  oh,  how  long 

Shall  this  bright  hour  delay  ? 
Fly  swifter  round,  ye  wheels"  of  time, 
And  bring  the  welcome  day  ! 


Doxologt. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
One  God,  whom  we  adore, 

Be  glory  as  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  be  evermore. 


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Psalm  61. 

1  When  overwhelmed  with  grief, 

My  heart  within  me  dies, 
Helpless,  and  far  from  all  relief, 
To  heaven  I  lift  mine  eyes. 

2  Oh,  lead  me  to  the  Rock 

That  'a  high  above  my  head ! 
And  make  the  covert  of  thy  wings 
My  shelter  and  my  shade. 

3  Within  thy  presence,  Lord, 

For  ever  I  '11  abide : 
Thou  art  the  tower  of  my  defense, 
The  refuge  where  I  hide. 

4  Thou  givest  me  the  lot 

Of  those  that  fear  thy  name ; 
If  endless  life  be  their  reward, 
I  shall  possess  the  same. 

u07.  "  My  soul,  wait  thou  only  upon  God.''' 

1  Thou  Lord  of  all  above, 

And  all  below  the  sky, 
Prostrate  before  thy  feet  I  fall, 
And  for  thy  mercy  cry. 

2  Forgive  my  follies  past, 

The  crimes  which  I  have  done ; 
Bid  a  repenting  sinner  live, 
Through  thine  incarnate  Son. 

3  Guilt,  like  a  heavy  load, 

Upon  my  conscience  lies ; 
To  thee  I  make  my  sorrows  known, 
And  lift  my  weeping  eyes. 

4  The  burden  which  I  feel, 

Thou  only  canst  remove ; 
Do  thou  display  thy  pardoning  grace, 
And  thine  unbounded  love. 

5  One  gracious  look  of  thine 

Will  ease  my  troubled  breast ; 


Oh  let  me  know  my  sins  forgiven, 
And  I  shall  then  be  blest ! 

0  o  4 .  "  Watcli  unto  Prayer." 

1  O  God  !  my  Strength,  my  Hope, 

On  thee  I  cast  my  care, 
With  humble  confidence  look  up, 
And  know  thou  hearest  prayer. 

2  Oh  for  a  godly  fear, 

A  quick,  discerning  eye, 
That  looks  to  thee  when  sin  is  near, 
And  sees  the  tempter  fly ! — 

3  A  spirit  still  prepared, 

And  armed  with  jealous  care, 

For  ever  standing  on  its  guard, 

And  watching  unto  prayer ! — 

4  A  soul  inured  to  pain, 

To  hardship,  grief,  and  loss ; 

Bold  to  take  up,  firm  to  sustain 

My  dear  Redeemer's  cross. 

5  Lord,  let  me  still  abide, 

Nor  from  my  hope  remove, 
Till  thou  my  patient  spirit  guide 
Into  thy  perfect  love. 


656. 


My  times  are  in  Tliy  hand.' 
Psalm  31. 


"  My  times  are  in  thy  hand :" 
My  God!  I  wish  them  there; 

My  life,  my  friends,  my  soul,  I  leave 
Entirely  to  thy  care. 

"  My  times  are  in  thy  hand," 

Whatever  they  may  be ; 
Pleasing  or  painful,  dark  or  bright, 

As  best  may  seem  to  thee. 

"  My  times  are  in  thy  hand ;" 
Why  should  I  doubt  or  fear? 

My  Father's  hand  will  never  cause 
His  child  a  needless  tear. 


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Jesus,  the  crucified ! 
The  hand  my  cruel  sins  had  pierced, 
Is  now  my  guard  and  guide. 

5  "  My  times  are  in  thy  hand ;" 

I  '11  always  trust  in  thee  ; 
And,  after  death,  at  thy  right  hand 
I  shall  for  ever  be. 

a  7"|      "  My  soul  waiteth  for  the  Lord:' 
U'-L*  Psalm  i30. 

1  From  lowest  depths  of  woe, 

To  God  I  send  my  cry  : 
Lord!  hear  my  supplicating  voice, 
And  graciously  reply. 

2  Shouldst  thou  severely  judge, 

Who  can  the  trial  bear? 
But  thou  forgiv'st,  lest  we  despond, 
And  quite  renounce  thy  fear. 

3  My  soul  with  patience  waits 

For  thee,  the  living  Lord  , 
My  hopes  are  on  thy  promise  built, 
Thy  never-falling  word. 

4  My  longing  eyes  look  out 

For  thine  enlivening  ray, 
More  duly  than  the  morning  watch 
To  spy  the  dawning  day. 

5  Let  Israel  trust  in  God ; 

No  bounds  his  mercy  knows — 
The  plenteous  source  and  spring  from 
whence 
Eternal  succor  flows. 

"J  O  7Q  "  Every  one  of  m  shall  give  account 
x  u  i  u .  0j>  hinMeif  t0  Godr 

1  Thou  Judge  of  quick  and  dead, 
Before  whose  bar  severe, 
With  holy  joy  or  guilty  dread, 
We  all  shall  soon  appear ! — 


2  Our  anxious  souls  prepare 

For  that  tremendous  day  ; 
Come,  till  us  now  with  watchful  care, 
And  stir  us  up  to  pray ; — 

3  To  pray,  and  wait  the  hour, 

That  awful  hour  unknown, 
When  robed  in  majesty  and  power, 
Thou  shalt  from  heaven  come  down! 

*  Oh,  may  we  all  be  found 
Obedient  to  thy  word, — 
Attentive  to  the  trumpet's  sound, 
And  looking  for  our  Lord ! 

5  Oh,  may  we  all  insure 

A  home  among  the  blest ; 
And  watch  a  moment  to  secure 
An  everlasting  rest ! 


1  9C  Q     "Knowing  the  terror  of  the  Lord, 
u*  we  persuade  men:'' 

1  And  will  the  Judge  descend, 
And  must  the  dead  arise, 
And  not  a  single  soul  escape 
His  all-discerning  eyes  ? 

3  How  will  my  heart  endure 
The  terrors  of  that  day, 
When  earth  and  heaven  before  his  face 
Astonished  shrink  away  ? 

3  But,  ere  the  trumpet  shakes 

The  mansions  of  the  dead, 
Hark,  from  the  Gospel's  cheering  sound 
What  joyful  tidings  spread ! 

4  Ye  sinners  !  seek  his  grace 

Whose  wrath  ye  caii  not  bear; 
Fly  to  the  shelter  of  his  cross, 
And  find  salvation  there. 


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940.  "  Hallow  this  grief. 

1  Father  !  who  in  the  olive  shade, 
When  the  dark  hour  came  on, 
Didst,  with  a  breath  of  heavenly  aid, 

Strengthen  thy  Son, — 
Oh,  by  the  anguish  of  that  night, 

Send  thou  us  blest  relief; 
Or  to  the  chastened,  let  thy  might 
Hallow  this  grief! 


ACTON.    8s  &  6. 


And  thou,  that,  when  the  starry  sky 

Saw  the  dread  strife  begun, 
Didst  teach  adoring  faith  to  cry, 

"  Thy  will  be  done!"— 
By  thy  meek  Spirit,  thou  of  all 

That  e'er  hath  mourned  the  chief— 
Thou  Saviour !  if  the  stroke  must  fall, 
Hallow  this  grief 


1182.  "  I  will  he  with 

1  Father,  when  thy  child  is  dying, 
On  the  bed  of  anguish  lying, 
Then,  my  every  want  supplying, 

To  me  thy  love  display ! 

2  Ere  my  soul  her  bonds  hath  broken, 
Grant  some  bright  and  cheering  token, 
That  for  me  the  words  are  spoken, 

"  Thy  sins  are  washed  away !" 


Jiim  in  trouble." 

3  When  the  lips  are  dumbwhich  bless'd  mc, 
Andwithdrawn  the  hand  that  pressed  mc, 
Then  let  sweeter  sounds  arrest  me, 

To  call  my  soul  away  ! 

4  Guide  me  to  that  world  of  spirits, 
Where,  through  thine  atoning  merits, 
Ev'n  thy  weakest  child  inherits 

The  joys  which  ne'er  decay. 


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407.  "  Sin  g  of  Jesus" 

1  Sing  of  Jesus,  sing  for  ever 

Of  the  love  that  changes  never : 
Who  or  what  from  him  can  sever 
Those  he  makes  his  own  ? 

2  With  his  blood  theLordhathboughtthcm, 
When  they  knew  him  not,  he  sought 

them, 
And  from  all  their  wand'rings  brought 
His  the  praise  alone.  [them : 

3  Through  the  desert  Jesus  leads  them, 
Wkh  the  bread  of  heaven  he  feeds  them, 

MEAD.    8s,  6s,  5  &  4. 

4 


And  through  all  the  way  he  speeds  them 
To  their  home  above. 

4  There  they  see  the  Lord  who   bought 

them, 
Him  who  came  from  heaven,  and  sought 

them, 
Him  who  by  his  Spirit  taught  them : 

Him  they  serve  and  love. 

5  Sing  of  Jesus,  sing  for  ever, 
Sing  the  love  that  changes  never: 
Who  or  what  from  him~can  sever 

Those  he  makes  his  owil? 


384.  Hallelujah. 

1  Hallelujah!  Hallelujah! 
Now  is  the  battle  done, 
Now  is  the  vict'ry  won ; 
Let  us  joy,  and  sing 

Hallelujah ! 

2  Hallelujah,  Hallelujah! 

Suff 'ring  death's  cruel  doom, 
Jesus  hath  hell  o'ercome : 
Let  us  praise,  and  shout 
Hallelujah ! 
8  Hallelujah,  Hallelujah ! 
He  rose  by  his  own  might 


In  heavenly  love  and  light : 
Let  us  joy,  and  sing 
Hallelujah ! 

4  Hallelujah,  Hallelujah ! 
Closed  are  the  gates  below, 
Heaven's  halls  are  open  now : 
Let  us  praise,  and  shout 

Hallelujah ! 

5  Hallelujah,  Hallelujah! 
Lord,  by  thy  passion,  save 
Us  from  the  endless  grave : 
Let  us  ever  sing 

Hallelujah ! 


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Oi).  '■'■Keep  silence,  all  created  things.'1'' 

1  Keep  silence,  all  created  things, 

And  wait  your  Maker's  nod ! 
My  soul  stands  trembling  while  she  sings 
The  honors  of  her  God. 

2  Life,death,andhell,and  worlds  unknown, 

Hang  on  his  Arm  decree  ; 
He  sits  on  no  precarious  throne, 
Nor  borrows  leave  to  be. 

8  Before  his  throne  a  volume  lies, 
With  all  the  fates  of  men ; 
With  every  angel's  form  and  size, 
Drawn  by  tlr  eternal  pen. 

4  His  providence  unfolds  the  book, 

And  makes  his  counsels  shine ; 
Each  opening  leaf,  and  every  stroke, 
Fulfills  some  deep  design. 

5  My  God,  I  would  not  long  to  see 

My  fate  with  curious  eyes ; — 
What  gloomy  lines  are  writ  for  me, 
Or  what  bright  scenes  may  rise. 

6  In  thy  fair  book  of  life  and  grace, 

May  I  but  find  my  name 
Recorded  in  some  humble  place, 
Beneath  my  Lord,  the  Lamb ! 


A O 4 .  "Learning  of  TJiee." 

1  0  Lord,  when  we  the  path  retrace 

Which  thou  on  earth  hast  trod ; 
To  man  thy  wondrous  love  and  grace, 

Thy  faithfulness  to  God  :— 
Thy  love,  by  man  so  sorely  tried, 

Proved  stronger  than  the  grave ; 
The  very  spear  that  pierced  thy  side 

Drew  forth  the  blood  to  save : — 

2  Faithful  amid  unfaithfulness, 

'Mid  darkness  only  light, 


Thou  didst  thy  "Father's  name  confess, 

And  in  his  will  delight ; 
Unmoved  by  Satan's  subtle  wiles, 

Or,  suffering  shame  and  loss  ; 
Thy  path,  uncheered  by  earthly  smiles, 

Led  only  to  the  cross  : — 

3  O  Lord !  with  sorrow  and  with  shame, 

Before  thee  we  confess 
How  little  we,  who  bear  thy  name, 

Thy  mind,  thy  ways  express. 
Give  us  thy  meek,  thj'  lowly  mind: 

We  would  obedient  be ; 
And  all  our  rest  and  pleasure  find 

In  learning,  Lord,  of  thee. 

L>Z  J  "Whom,  having  not  seen,  ye  love.'1'' 

1  To  Calvary,  Lord,  in  spirit  now, 
Our  weary  soiils  repair, 
To  dwell  upon  thy  dying  love, 
And  taste  its  sweetness  there. 
3  Sweet  resting-place  of  every  heart 
That  feels  the  plague  of  sin, 
Yet  knows  the  deep,  mysterious  joy 
Of  peace  with  God  within. 
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3  Dear    suffering    Lamb  !     thy    bleeding 

wounds, 
With  cords  of  love  divine, 
Have  drawn  our  willing  hearts  to  thee, 
And  linked  our  life  with  thine. 

4  Thy  sympathies  and  hopes  are  ours : 

Dear  Lord !  we  wait  to  see 
Creation,  all  below,  above, 
Redeemed  and  blest  by  thee. 

5  Our  longing  eyes  would  fain  behold 

That  bright  and  blessed  brow, 
Once  wrung  with  bitterest  anguish,  wea? 
Its  crown  of  glory  now. 


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6  "Why  linger,  then  ?  Come,  Saviour,  come, 
Responsive  to  our  call ! 
Come,  claim  thine  ancient  power,  and 
reign 
The  heir  and  Lord  of  all. 

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i  O,  '■'■flay  me  doxen  to  rest." 

1  Dread  Sovereign,  let  my  evening  song 

Like  holy  incense  rise ; 
Assist  the  offering  of  my  tongue 
To  reach  the  lofty  skies. 

2  Through  all  the  dangers  of  the  day 

Thy  hand  was  still  my  guard  ; 
And  still  to  drive  my  wants  away 
Thy  mercy  stood  prepared. 

3  Perpetual  blessings  from  above 

Encompass  me  around ; 
But,  oh,  how  few  returns  of  love 
Hath  my  Redeemer  found ! 

4  What  have  I  done  for  him  who  died 

To  save  my  guilty  soul  ? 
How  arc  my  follies  multiplied, 
Fast  as  the  minutes  roll ! 

5  Lord  !  with  this  sinful  heart  of  mine, 

To  thy  dear  cross  I  flee, 
And  to  thy  grace  my  soul  resign, 
To  be  renewed  by  thee. 

6  Sprinkled  afresh  with  pardoning  blood, 

I  lay  me  down  to  rest, 
As  in  the  embraces  of  my  God, 
Or  on  my  Saviour's  breast. 

oil.     "  ITis  own  self  hare  our  sins." 
1  And  did  the  Holy  and  the  Just, 

The  Sovereign  of  the  skies, 
Stoop  down  to  wretchedness  aud  dust 

That  guilty  man  might  rise  '. 
£  Yes  :  the  Redeemer  left  his  throne, 

His  radiant  throne  on  high- 


Surprising  mercy !  love  unknown  !— 
To  suffer,  bleed,  and  die. 

3  He  took  the  dying  traitor's  place, 

And  suffered  in  his  stead  ; 
For  man — oh,  miracle  of  grace  ! — 
For  man  the  Saviour  bled. 

4  Dear  Lord,  what  heavenly  wonders  d-tfell 

In  thine  atoning  blood ! 
By  this  are  sinners  saved  from  hell, 
And  rebels  brought  to  God. 

•  DO.  An  ancient  Hymn  of  Trust  in  Clirist. 

1  Jesus  !  our  fainting  spirits  cry, 

When  wilt  thou  show  thy  face  ? 
Oh !  when  our  longings  satisfy, 
And  till  us  with  thy  grace  ? 

2  We,  sinners,  Lord,  with  earnest  heart, 

With  sighs,  and  prayers,  and  tears, 
To  thee  our  inmost  cares  impart, 
Our  burdens  and  our  fears. 

3  Thy  sovereign  grace  can  give  relief, 

Thou  Source  of  peace  and  light ! 
Dispel  the  gloomy  cloud  of  grief, 
And  make  our  darkness  bright. 

4  Around  thy  Father's  throne  on  high, 

All  heaven  the  glory  sings  ; 
And  earth,  for  which  thou  cam'st  to  die, 
Loud  with  thy  praises  rings. 

5  Dear  Lord !  to  thee  our  prayers  ascend  ; 

Our  eyes  thy  face  would  see  : 
Oh  !  let  our  weary  wanderings  end, 
Our  spirits  rest  in  thee  ! 

Doxologt. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

One  God,  whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory  as  it  was,  is  now, 

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254. 

1  Ere  the  blue  heavens  were  stretched 

abroad, 
From  everlasting  was  the  Word : 
With  God  he  was  ;  the  Word  was  God, 
And  must  divinely  be  adored. 

2  By  his  own  power  were  all  things  made; 
By  him  supported,  all  things  stand  : 
He  is  the  whole  creation's  head, 

And  angels  fly  at  his  command. 

3  But  lo !  he  leaves  those  heavenly  forms  : 
The  Word  descends  and  dwells  in  clay, 
That  he  may  hold  converse  with  worms, 
Dressed  in  such  feeble  flesh  as  they. 

4  Mortals  with  joy  behold  his  face, 
Th'  eternal  Father's  only  Son ; 
How  full  of  truth,  how  full  of  grace, 
When  thro'  his  eyes  the  Godhead  shone ! 

5  Archangels  leave  their  high  abode 
To  learn  new  mysteries  here,  and  tell 
The  love  of  our  descending  God, 
The  glories  of  Immanucl. 

4  JL  1  .     u  Lord,  save  us ;  we  perish" 

1  The  billows  swell,  the  winds  are  high ; 
Clouds  overcast  my  wintry  sky: 

Out  of  the  depths  to  thee  I  call ; 

My  fears  are  great,  my  strength  is  small. 

2  O  Lord,  the  pilot's  part  perform, 

And  guide  and  guard  me  thro'  the  storm; 
Defend  me  from  each  threatening  ill : 
Control  the  waves ;  say,"Peace !  be  still." 

3  Amid  the  roaring  of  the  sea, 

My  soul  still  hangs  her  hope  on  thee ; 
Thy  constant  love,  thy  faithful  care, 
Is  all  that  saves  me  from  despair. 

4  Tho'  tempest-tossed  and  half  a  wreck, 
My  Saviour  through  the  floods  I  seek : 
Let  neither  winds  nor  stormy  mnin 
Force  back  my  shattered  bark  again. 


74  9 .  The  Ilidin g-place. 

1  Hail,  sovereign  Love !  that  formed  the 

plan 
To  save  rebellious,  ruined  man ; 
Hail !  matchless,  free,  eternal  Grace, 
That  gave  my  soul  a  hiding-place. 

2  Against  the  God  who  rules  the  sky 
I  fought,  with  hand  uplifted  high; 
I  madly  ran  the  sinful  race, 
Regardless  of  a  hiding-place. 

3  Indignant  Justice  stood  in  view ; 
To  Sinai's  burning  mount  I  flew : 
But  Justice  cried,  with  frowning  face, 
"  This  mountain  is  no  hiding-place." 

4  Ere  long  a  heavenly  voice  I  heard  ; 
A  bleeding  Saviour  then  appeared : 
Led  by  the  Spirit  of  his  grace, 

I  found  in  him  a  hiding-place. 

5  On  him  the  weight  of  vengeance  fell, 
That  else  had  sunk  a  world  to  hell ; 
Then,  O  my  soul !  for  ever  praise 
Thy  Saviour  God,  thy  hiding-place! 

1  1  9Q  "  TTe  shall  have  dominion  also  from. 
±±£V.  sea  to  S€r,."_psaim  72. 

1  Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
Docs  his  successive  journeys  run ; 

His  kingdom  stretch  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

2  People  and  realms  of  every  tongue 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  sweetesfsong; 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  his  name. 

3  Blessings  abound  where'er  he  reigns ; 
The  prisoner  leaps  to  loose  his  chains  j 
The  weary  find  eternal  rest, 

And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blest. 

4  Let  every  creature  rise  and  bring 
Peculiar  honors  to  our  King  : 
Angels  descend  with  songs  again, 
And  earth  repeat  the  loud  Amen  1 


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00  A.  Light  in  Darkness.— Psalm  112. 

1  That  man  is  blest,  who  stands  in  awe 
Of  God,  and  loves  his  sacred  law ; 
His  seed  on  earth  shall  be  renowned, 
And  with  successive  honors  crowned. 

2  The  soul  that  's  filled  with  virtue's  light 
Shines  brightest  in  affliction's  night ; 
His  conscience  bears  his  courage  up  ; 
He  sees  in  darkness  beams  of  hope. 

3  Beset  with  threatening  dangers  round, 
Unmoved  shall  he  maintain  his  ground; 
The  sweet  remembrance  of  the  just 
Shall  flourish  when  he  sleeps  in  dust. 

1121.        Tlie,  Song  of  Triumph. 

1  Soon  may  the  last  glad  song  arise 
Through  all  the  millions  of  the  skies — 
That  song  of  triumph  which  records 
That  all  the  earth  is  now  the  Lord's  ! 

2  Letthroncs  and  powers  and  kingdoms  be 
Obedient,  mighty  God,  to  thee ! 

And,  over  land  and  stream  and  main, 
Wave  thou  the  scepter  of  thy  reign  ! 
S  Oh,  let  that  glorious  anthem  swell, 
Let  host  to  host  the  triumph  tell, 
That  not  one  rebel  heart  remains, 
But  over  all  the  Saviour  reigns  ! 

_L  1 0 O .  "  Go  ye  into  all  the  world." 

1  Ye  Christian  heralds!  go  proclaim 
Salvation  through  Immanuel's  name  ; 
To  distant  climes  the  tidings  bear, 
And  plant  the  rose  of  Sharon  there. 

2  He  '11  shield  you  with  a  wall  of  fire, 
With  fiaming  zeal  your  breasts  inspire, 
Bid  raging  winds  their  fury  cease, 
And  hush  the  tempest  into  peace. 

8  And  when  our  labors  all  are  o'er, 
Then  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more, — 
20 


Meet  with  the  blood-bought  throng,  to 

fall, 
And  crown  our  Jesus — Lord  of  all ! 

_L  1 U  O .  "  Asleep  in  Jesus. " 

1  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  blessed  sleep  ! 
From  which  none  ever  wake  to  weep  ; 
A  calm  and  undisturbed  repos,e, 
Unbroken  by  the  last  of  foes. 

2  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  oh,  how  sweet 
To  be  for  such  a  slumber  meet ! 
With  holy  confidence  to  sing 

That  death  hath  lost  its  venomed  sting. 

3  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  peaceful  rest ! 
Whose  waking  is  supremely  blest ; 
No  fear,  no  woe,  shall  dim  that  hour 
Which  manifests  the  Saviour's  power. 

4  Asleep  in  Jesus!  oh,  for  me 
May  such  a  blissful  refuge  be ! 
Securely  shall  my  ashes  lie, 

And  wait  the  summons  from  on  high. 

IOOO  "  Here  have  tre  im  oontinuing  city.'1'' 
4  Ad-  Heb.  IS:  14. 

1  "  We  've  no  abiding  city  here :" 
Sad  truth,  were  this  to  be  our  home  ; 
But  let  this  thought  our  spirits  cheer, 
"  We  seek  a  city  yet  to  come." 

2  "  We  've  no  abiding  city  here  ;" 
We  seek  a  city  out  of  sight  : 
Zion  its  name — the  Lord  is  there, 
It  shines  with  everlasting  light. 

3  0  sweet  abode  of  peace  and  love, 
Where  pilgrims  freed  from  toil  are  blest! 
Had  I  the  pinions  of  the  dove, 

I  'd  fly  to  thee,  and  be  at  rest. 

4  But  hush,  my  soul !  nor  dare  repine ; 
The  time  my  God  appoints  is  best : 
While  here,  to  do  his  will  be  mine, 
And  his  to  fix  my  time  of  rest. 


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U  U  A .  Pleadin  g  the  Promise. 

1  Lord,  T  approach  the  mercy-seat, 

Where  thou  dost  answer  prayer; 
There  humbly  fall  before  thy  feet, 
For  none  can  perish  there. 

2  Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea; 

With  this  I  venture  nigh  : 
Thou  callest  burdened  souls  to  thee, 
And  such,  O  Lord,  am  I. 

S  Bowed  down  beneath  a  load  of  sin, 
By  Satan  sorely  pressed, 
By  war  without,"and  fear  within, 
I  come  to  thee  for  rest. 

4  Be  thou  my  shield  and  hiding-place  ; 

That,  sheltered  near  thy  side, 
I  may  my  fierce  accuser  face, 
And  tell  him  thou  hast  died. 

5  Oh,  wondrous  love ! — to  bleed  and  die, 

To  bear  the  cross  and  shame, 
That  guilty  sinners,  such  as  I, 
Might  plead  thy  gracious  name. 

1  1  (\  X    "  0ur  day*  on  earth  are  as  a 
A  J.  U  ± .  shadow.'1'' 

1  How  short  and  hasty  is  our  life ! 

How  vast  our  soul's  affairs  ! 
Yet  senseless  mortals  vainly  strive 
To  lavish  out  their  years. 

2  Our  days  run  thoughtlessly  along, 

Without  a  moment's  stay  ; 
Just  like  a  story,  or  a  song, 
We  pass  our  lives  away. 

S  God  from  on  high  invites  us  home, 
But  we  march  heedless  on, 
And,  ever  hastening  to  the  tomb, 
Stoop  downward  a3  we  run. 


4  How  we  deserve  the  deepest  hell, 

Who  slight  the  joys  above  ! 
What  chains  of  vengeance  should  we  feci, 
Who  break  such  cords  of  love! 

5  Draw  us,  0  God,  with  sovereign  grace, 

And  lift  our  thoughts  on  high, 
That  we  may  end  this  mortal  race, 
And  see  salvation  nigh. 

11  /  2.  ''■And  after  death  the  judgment." 
1  Stoop  down,  my  thoughts,  that  used  to 
rise ; 
Converse  awhile  with  death ; 
Think  how  a  gasping  mortal  lies, 
And  pants  away  his  breath ! 
3  But,  oh !  the  soul,  that  never  dies ! 
At  once  it  leaves  the  clay ; 
Ye  thoughts,  pursue  it  where  it  flies, 
And  track  its  wondrous  way. 

3  Up  to  the  courts  where  angels  dwell 

It  mounts,  triumphant  there  ; 
Or  plunges  guilty  down  to  hell, 
In  infinite'despair. 

4  And  must  my  body  faint  and  die? 

And  must  this  soul  remove  ? 
Oh  for  some  guardian  angel  nigh, 
To  bear  it  safe  above ! 

5  Jesus  !  to  thy  dear,  faithful  hand 

My  naked  soul  I  trust ; 
And  my  flesh  waits  for  thy  command 
To  drop  into  my  dust. 


l  9  A  r     "  Turn,  mortal,  turn  !  thy  danger 
IZaKJ'J.  know:'' 

1  Beneath  our  feet,  and  o'er  our  headj 
Is  equal  warning  given ; 
Beneath  us  lie  the  countless  dead, 
Above  us  is  the  heaven ! 


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2  Death  rides  on  every  passing  breeze ; 

He  lurks  in  every  flower; 
Each  season  has  its  own  disease, 
Its  peril  every  hour ! 

3  Turn,  mortal,  turn !  thy  danger  know 

Where'er  thy  foot  can  tread, 
The  earth  rings  hollow  from  below, 
And  warns  thee  of  her  dead  ! 

4  Turn,  Christian,  turn  !  thy  soul  apply 

To  truths  divinely  given ; 
The  bones  that  underneath  thee  lie 
Shall  live  for  hell  or  heaven ! 


Increase  our  Faith. 


77. 

1  Frequent  the  day  of  God  returns 
To  shed  its  quickening  beams ; 
And  yet,  how  slow  devotion  burns! 
How  languid  are  its  flames ! 

3  Accept  our  faint  attempts  to  love ; 

Our  follies,  Lord,  forgive : 
We  would  be  like  thy  saints  above, 
And  praise  thee  while  we  live. 

S  Increase,  O  Lord,  our  faith  and  hope, 
And  fit  us  to  ascend 
Where  the  assembly  ne'er  breaks  up, 
And  Sabbaths  never  end  :— 

4  Where  we  shall  breathe  in  heavenly  air, 

With  heavenly  luster  shine  ; 
Before  the  throne  of  God  appear, 
And  feast  on  love  divine. 

5  There  shall  we  join,  and  never  tire, 

To  sing  immortal  lays ; 
And,  with  the  bright,  seraphic  choir, 
Sound  forth  Immanuers  praise. 


Whither  shall  Too  from  Tlvj Spirit?" 
Psalm  139. 


136.' 


1  Loud,  where  shall  guilty  souls  retire, 
Forgotten  and  unknown  ! 


In  hell  they  meet  thy  dreadful  fire, 
In  heaven  thy  glorious  throne. 

2  Should  I  suppress  my  vital  breath, 

T'  escape  the  wrath  divine, 
Thy  voice  would  break  the  bars  of  death, 
And  make  the  grave  resign. 

3  If,  winged  with  beams  of  morning  light, 

I  fly  beyond  the  west, 
Thy  hand  which  must  support  my  flight. 
Would  soon  betray  my  rest. 

4  If  o'er  my  sins  I  think  to  draw 

The  curtains  of  the  night, 
Those  flaming  eyes  that  guard  thy  law 
Would  turn  the  shades"  to  light. 

5  The  beams  of  noon,  the  midnight  hour, 

Are  both  alike  to  thee : 
Oh,  may  I  ne'er  provoke  that  power 
From  which  I  can  not  flee  ! 


15o.  "Tlirice.TTohj  Lordr 

1  Holy  and  reverend  is  the  name 

Of  our  eternal  King  : 
"Thrice  holv  Lord  !M  the  angels  cry; 
"  Thrice  holy  !"  let  us  sing. 

2  The  deepest  reverence  of  the  mind, 

Pay,  O  my  soul!  to  God; 
Lift, 'with  thy  hands,  a  holy  heart, 
To  his  sublime  abode, 

3  With  sacred  awe  pronounce  his  name, 

Whom  words  nor  thoughts  can  reach; 
A  broken  heart  shall  please  him  more 
Than  noblest  forms  of  speech. 

4  Thou  holy  God  !  preserve  my  soul 

From  all  pollution  free ; 
The  pure  in  heart  arc  thy  delight, 
And  thev  thv  face  shall  3ce. 


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±±J£.  Lord."— Rev.  14 :  13. 

1  How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies  ! 
When  sinks  a  weary  soul  to  rest ! 
How  mildly  beam  the  closing  eyes ; 
How  gently  heaves  th'  expiring  breast ! 

2  So  fades  a  summer  cloud  away ; 

So  sinks  the  gale  when  storms  are  o'er ; 
So  gently  shuts  the  eye  of  day ; 
So  dies  a  wave  along  the  shore. 

S  A  holy  quiet  reigns  around,  % 

A  calm  which  life  nor  death  destroys  ; 
And  naught  disturbs  that  peace  profound, 
Which  his  unfettered  soul  enjoys. 

4  Farewell,  conflicting  hopes  and  fears, 
Where  lights  and  shades  alternate  dwell ; 
How  bright  th'  unchanging  morn  ap- 
pears ! 

Farewell,  inconstant  world,  farewell ! 

5  Life's  labor  done,  as  sinks  the  clay, 
Light  from  its  load  the  spirit  flies, 
While  heaven  and  earth  combine  to  say, 
"  How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies  !" 


11QQ  "  That  they  may  rest  from  their  labors." 

J-XO  O*  (Another  form  of  the  preceding  Hymn.) 

1  Sweet  is  the  scene  when  Christians  die, 
When  holy  souls  retire  to  rest ; 

How  mildly  beams  the  closing  eye ! 
How  gently  heaves  th'  expiring  breast ! 

2  So  fades  a  summer  cloud  away ; 

So  sinks  the  gale  when  storms  are  o'er ; 
So  gently  shuts  the  eye  of  day; 
So  dies  a  wave  along  the  shore. 

2  Triumphant  smiles  the  victor's  brow, 
Fanned  by  some  guardian  angel's  wing ; 
O  Grave  !  where  is  thy  victory  now  ? 
And  where,  O  Death  !  where  is  thy  sting  ? 


_L  JL  J4: .       "So  he  giveth  His  beloved  sleep* 

1  Why  should  we  start,  and  fear  to  die ! 
What  timorous  worms  we  mortals  are ! 
Death  is  the  gate  of  endless  joy, 

And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 

2  The  pains,  the  groans  of  dying  strife 
Fright  our  approaching  souls  away ; 
We  still  shrink  back  again  to  life, 
Fond  of  our  prison  and  our  clay. 

3  Oh,  if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet. 
My  soul  should  stretch  her  wings  in 

haste, 
Fly  fearless  through  death's  iron  £ate, 
Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  she  passed ! 

4  Jesus  can  make  a  dying  bed 
Feel  soft  as  downy  pillows  are, 
While  on  his  breast  I  lean  my  head, 
And  breathe  my  life  out  sweetly  there  ! 


'•Tliey  are  not  lost,  but  gene  before." 


1216. 

1  Dear  is  the  spot  where  Christians  sleep. 
And  sweet  the  strains  their  spirits  pour; 
Oh,  why  should  we  in  anguish  weep  ? — 
They  are  not  lost,  but  gone  before. 

2  Secure  from  every  mortal  care, 
B3*  sin  and  sorrow  vexed  no  more, 
Eternal  happiness  they  share 
Who  are  not  lost,  but  gone  before. 

3  To  Zion's  peaceful  courts  above 
In  faith  triumphant  may  we  soar, 
Embracing,  in  the  arms  of  love, 
The  friends  not  lost,  but  gone  before. 

4  To  Jordan's  bank  whene'er  we  come, 
And  hear  the  swelling  waters  roar ; 
Jesus  !  convey  us  safely  home, 

To  friends  not  lost,  but  gone  before. 


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1  When,  streaming  from  the  eastern  skies, 
The  morning  light  salutes  mine  eyes, 
Oh  Sun  of  righteousness  divine, 

On  me  with  beams  of  mercy  shine ! 
Oh !  chase  the  clouds  of  guilt  away, 
And  turn  my  darkness  into  day. 

2  And  when  to  heaven's  all  glorious  King 
My  morning  sacrifice  I  bring, 

And,  mourning  o'er  my  guilt  and  shame, 
Ask  mercy  in  my  Saviour's  name : 
Then,  Jesus,  cleanse  me  with  thy  blood, 
And  be  my  Advocate  with  God. 

3  When  each  day's  scenes  and  labors  close, 
And  wearied  nature  seeks  repose, 
With  pardoning  mercy  richly  blest, 
Guard  me,  my  Saviour,  while  I  rest ; 
And  as  each  morning  sun  shall  rise, 
Oh,  lead  me  onward  to  the  skies ! 

4  And  at  my  life's  last  setting  sun, 
My  conflicts  o'er,  my  labors  done, 
Jesus,  thy  heavenly  radiance  shed, 
To  cheer  and  bless  my  dying  bed ; 
And,  from  death's  gloom  my" spirit  raise, 
To  see  thy  face,  and  sing  thy  praise. 

^19.    "  I  will  fear  no  evil."— Psalm  23. 

1  The  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare, 
And  feed  me  with  a  shepherd's  care ; 
His  presence  shall  my  wants  supply, 
And  guard  me  with  a  watchful  eye : 
My  noon-day  walks  he  shall  attend, 
And  all  my  midnight  hours  defend. 

2  When  in  the  sultry  glebe  I  faint, 
Or  on  the  thirsty  mountain  pant, 
To  fertile  vales,  and  dewy  meads, 
My  weary,  wandering  steps  he  leads ; 
Where  peaceful  rivers,  soft  and  slow, 
Amid  the  verdant  landscape  flow. 


3  Though  in  the  paths  of  death  I  tread, 
With  gloomy  horrors  overspread, 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  fear  110  ill, 
For  thou,  O  Lord,  art  with  me  still ; 
Thy  friendly  rod  shall  give  me  aid, 
And  guide  methroughthe  dreadful  shade. 

4  Though  in  a  bare  and  rugged  way, 
Through  devious,  lonely 'wilds  I  stray, 
Thy  presence  shall  my  pains  beguile : 
The  barren  wilderness  shall  smile, 

W  ith  sudden  greensand  herbagecrown'd; 
And  streams  shall  murmur  all  around. 


412. 


■Jesus  icej^t.' 


1  When  gathering  clouds  around  I  view, 
And  days  are  dark,  and  friends  are  few, 
On  him  I  lean,  wiio  not  in  vain 
Experienced  every  human  pain  : 

He  sees  my  wants,  allays  my  fears, 
And  counts  and  treasures  up  my  tears. 

2  If  aught  should  tempt  my  soul  to  stray 
From  heavenly  wisdom's  narrow  way, 
To  fly  the  good  I  would  pursue, 

Or  do  the  ill  I  would  not  do ; 

Still  he  who  felt  temptation's  power 

Will  guard  me  in  that  dangerous  hour. 

3  When  sorrowing  o'er  some  stone  I  bend, 
Which  covers  all  that  was  a  friend, 
And  from  his  hand,  his  voice,  his  smile, 
Divides  me  for  a  little  while  ; 

Thou,  Saviour,  seest  the  tears  I  shed, 
For  thou  didst  weep  o'er  Lazarus  dead. 

4  And,  oh  !  when  I  have  safely  passed 
Through  every  conflict  but  the  la:  t, 

Still,  still  unchanging,  watch  beside 
My  painful  bed,  for  thou  hast  died ; 
Then  point  to  realms  of  cloudless  day, 
And  wipe  the  latest  tear  away! 


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T  900     "  Ween  not :    SJie  is  not  dead,  hut 
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1  Sister,  thou  wast  mild  and  lovely, 

Gentle  as  the  summer  breeze, 
Pleasant  as  the  air  of  evening, 
When  it  floats  among  the  trees. 

2  Peaodful  be  thy  silent  slumber — 

Peaceful  in  the  grave  so  low  : 
Thott  no  more  wilt  join  our  number : 
Thou  no  more  our  songs  shalt  know. 

3  Dearest  sister !  thou  hast  left  us ; 

Here  thy  loss  we  deeply  feel ; 

But  't  is  God  that  hath  bereft  us, 

lie  can  all  our  sorrows  heal. 

4  Yet  again  we  hope  to  meet  thee, 

When  the  day  oflife  is  fled : 
Then  in  heaven  with  joy  to  greet  thee, 
AVhere  no  farewell  tear  is  shed ! 


\2i Id.  ''''And  there  shall  be  no  more  deatJu" 

1  Cease,  ye  mourners,  cease  to  languish 

O'er  the  grave  of  those  you  love  ; 
Pam  and  death,  and  night  and  anguish, 
Enter  not  the  world  above. 

2  While  our  silent  steps  are  straying 

Lonely  thro'  night's  deepening  shade, 
Glory's  brightest  "beams  are  playing 
Round  the  happy  Christian's  head, 

3  Light  and  peace  at  once  deriving, 

From  the  hand  of  God  most  high, 
In  his  glorious  presence  living, 
They  shall  never,  never  die. 

4  Now,  }-c  mourners,  cease  to  languish 

O'er  the  grave  of  those  you  love; 

Far  removed  from  pain  and  anguish, 

They  are  chanting  hymns  above. 


AMOY.     6s  &  4s. 


515. 


To-day  the  Saviour  calls."1 — Heb.  3  :  15. 


1  To-day  the  Saviour  calls : 

Ye  wanderers,  come ! 
Oh,  ye  benighted  souls, 
Why  longer  roam  ? 

2  To-day  the  Saviour  calls : 

Oh,  listen  now  ! 
Within  these  sacred  walls 
To  Jesus  bow. 


3  To-day  the  Saviour  calls : 

For  refuge  fly : 
The  storm  of  justice  falls, 
And  death  is  nigh. 

4  The  Spirit  calls  to-day : 

Yield  to  his  power ; 
Oh,  grieve  him  not  away ! 
'T  is  mercy's  hour. 


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1  Father,  thy  Son  hath  died 

The  sinner's  death  of  woe ; 
Stooping  in  love  from  heaven  to  earth, 
Our  curse  to  undergo — 
Our  curse  to  undergo, 
Upon  the  hateful  tree : 
Give  glory  to  thy  Son,  O  Lord ! 
Put  honor  in  that  Name  of  names 
By  blessing  me ! 

2  Father,  thy  Son  hath  poured 

His  life-blood  on  this  earth, 
To  cleanse  away  our  guilt  and  stains, 
To  give  us  second  birth — 
To  give  us  second  birth, 
From  sin  to  set  us  free : 
Give  glory  to  thy  Son,  O  Lord ! 
Put  honor  in  that  Name  of  names 
By  cleansing'  me ! 


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3  Father,  thy  Son  on  earth 

No  one  to  own  him  found : 
He  passed  among  the  sons  of  men 
Rejected  and  disowned — 
Rejected  and  disowned, 
That  we  received  might  be : 
Give  glory  to  thy  Son,  O  Lord  ! 
Put  honor  on  that  Name  of  names 
By  owning  me ! 

4  Father,  thy  Son  is  king : 

Heaven's  crown,  and  earth's  is  his! 
For  us,  for  us  he  bought  the  crown. 
For  us  he  earned  the  bliss — 
For  us  he  earned  the  bliss : 
Amen,  so  let  it  be ! 
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1  How  are  thy  servants  blest,  O  Lord ! 

How  sure  is  their  defense ! 

Eternal  wisdom  is  their  guide, 

Their  help,  omnipotence. 

2  In  foreign  realms,  and  lands  remote, 

Supported  by  thy  care, 
Through  burningclimes  theypass  unhurt, 
And  breathe  in  tainted  air. 

S  When  by  the  dreadful  tempest  borne 
High  on  the  broken  wave, 
They  know  thou  art  not  slow  to  hear, 
Nor  impotent  to  save. 

4  The  storm  is  laid,  the  winds  retire, 

Obedient  to  thy  will ; 
The  sea,  that  roars  at  thy  command, 
At  thy  command  is  still. 

5  In  midst  of  dangers,  fears,  and  deaths, 

Thy  goodness  I  Ti  adore ; 
I'll  praise  thee  for  thy  mercies  past, 
And  humbly  hope  for  more. 

6  My  life,  while  thou  preserv'st  that  life, 

Thy  sacrifice  shall  be ; 
And  death,  when  death  shall  be  my  lot, 
Shall  join  my  soul  to  thee. 


1910     "  Having  a  desire  to  depart,  and  to 
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1  Why  do  wc  mourn  departing  friends, 

Or  shake  at  death's  alarms  ? 
'T  is  but  the  voice  that  Jesus  sends 
To  call  them  to  his  arms. 

2  Are  we  not  tending  upward,  too, 

As  fast  as  time  can  move  ? 
Nor  would  we  wish  the  hours  more  slow 
To  keep  us  from  our  love. 

3  Why  should  we  tremble  to  convey 

Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  ? 


There  the  dear  flesh  of  Jesus  lay, 
There  hopes  unfading  bloom. 

4  The  graves  of  all  his  saints  he  blessed, 

And  softened  every  bed ; 
Where  should  the  dying  members  rest, 
But  with  the  dying  Head  ? 

5  Thence  he  arose,  ascending  high, 

And  showed  our  feet  the  way ; 
Up  to  the  Lord  our  souls  shall  fly, 
At  the  great  rising  day. 

6  Then  let  the  last  loud  trumpet  sound, 

And  bid  our  kindred  rise; 
Awake !  ye  nations  under  ground ; 
Ye  saints  1  ascend  the  skies. 


1  91  Q  "^  "name  better  than  of  sons  and  of 
X.jU  ±  d .        daughters."— Isaiah  5G  :  4,  5. 

1  Ye  mourning  saints,  whose  streaming 

tears 
Flow  o'er  your  children  dead, 
Say  not,  in  transports  of  despair, 
That  all  your  hopes  are  fled. 

2  While,  cleaving  to  that  darling  dust, 

In  fond  distress  ye  lie, 
Rise,  and  with  joy  and  reverence  view 
A  heavenly  parent  nigh. 

3  Though,  your  young  branchestorn  away, 

Like  withered  trunks  ye  stand ; — 

With  fairer  verdure  shall  ye  bloom, 

Touched  by  th'  Almighty's  hand. 

4  I'll  give  the  mourner,"  saith  the  Lord, 

"  In  my  own  house  a  place ; 
No  names  of  daughters  and  of  sons 
Could  yield  so  high  a  grace. 

5  "  Transient  and  vain  is  every  hope 

A  rising  race  can  give  ; 
In  endless  honor  and  delight 
My  children  all  shall  live.'* 


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6  We  •welcome,  Lord,  those  rising  tears, 
Through  which  thy  face  we  see ; 
And  bless  those  wounds  which  through 
our  hearts 
Prepare  a  way  for  thee. 

1 A  i  O.  "  Behold,  1  shaio  you  a  mystery." 

1  Thro'  sorrow's  night,  and  danger's  path, 

Amid  the  deepening  gloom, 
"We,  followers  of  our  suffering  Lord, 
Are  marching  to  the  tomb. 

2  There,  when  the  turmoil  is  no  more, 

And  all  our  powers  decay, 

Our  cold  remains  in  solitude 

Shall  sleep  the  years  away. 

3  Our  labors  done,  securely  laid 

In  this,  our  last  retreat, 
Unheeded,  o'er  our  silent  dust, 
The  storms  of  earth  shall  beat. 

4  Yet  not  thus  buried,  or  extinct, 

The  vital  spark  shall  lie, 
For,o'er  life's  wreck  that  spark  shall  rise, 
To  seek  its  kindred  sky. 

5  These  ashes,  too,  this  little  dust, 

Our  Father's  care  shall  keep, 
Till  the  last  angel  rise  and  break 
The  long  and  dreary  sleep. 

6  Then  love's  soft  dew  o'er  every  eye 

Shall  shed  its  mildest  rays  ; 
And  the  long-silent  voice  awake 
With  shouts  of  endless  praise. 


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third  Psalm. 


220. 

1  The  Lord 's  my  shepherd,  I  '11  not  want 
He  makes  me  down  to  lie 
In  pastures  green  ;  he  leadeth  me 
The  quiet  waters  by. 


2  My  soul  he  doth  restore  again ; 

And  me  to  walk  doth  make 
Within  the  paths  of  righteousness, 
Ev'n  for  his  own  name's  sake. 

3  Tea,  though  I  walk  in  death's  dark  vale, 

Yet  will  I  fear  no  ill ; 
For  thou  art  with  me,  and  thy  rod 
And  staff  me  comfort  still. 

4  My  table  thou  hast  furnished 

In  presence  of  my  foes ; 
My  head  thou  dost  with  oil  anoint, 
And  my  cup  overflows. 

5  Goodness  and  mercy,  all  my  life, 

Shall  surely  follow  me ; 
And  in  God's  house,  for  evermore 
My  dwelling-place  shall  be. 

0  0  O .        "  3fy  Jesus  and  my  God." 

1  Dearest  of  all  the  names  above, 

My  Jesus  and  my  God, 
Who  can  resist  thy  heavenly  love, 
Or  trifle  with  thy  blood? 

3  'Tis  by  the  merits  of  thy  death 
Thy  Father  smiles  again ; 
'T  is  by  thine  interceding  breath 
The  Spirit  dwells  with  men. 

3  Till  God  in  human  flesh  I  see, 

My  thoughts  no  comfort  find: 
The  holy,  just,  and  sacred  Three 
Are  terror  to  my  mind. 

4  But  if  Immanuel's  face  appear,1 

My  hope,  my  joy,  begin: 
His  name  forbids  my  slavish  fear; 
His  grace  removes  my  sin. 

5  While  Jews  on  their  own  law  rely, 

And  Greeks  of  wisdom  boast, 
I  love  th'  incarnate  Mystery, 
And  there  I  fix:  my  U'ust." 


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1  Can  sinners  hope  for  heaven, 

Who  love  this  world  so  well  ? 
Or  dream  of  future  happiness, 
While  on  the  road  to  hell  ? 

2  Shall  they  hosannahs  sing, 

With  an  unhallowed  tongue  ? 
Shall  palms  adorn  the  guilty  hand 
Which  does  its  neighbor  wrong  ? 

3  Can  sin's  deceitful  way 

Conduct  to  Zion's  hill  ? 
Or  those  expect  with  God  to  reign 
Who  disregard  his  will  ? 

4  Thy  grace,  O  God,  alone, 

Good  hope  can  e'er  afford ! 
The  pardoned  and  the  pure  shall  see 
The  glory  of  the  Lord. 


"  2Fow  is  our  salvation  nearer  than 
when  we  believed.'1'' 


1169. 

1  One  sweetly  solemn  thought 

Comes  to  me  o'er  and  o'er, 
Nearer  my  parting  hour  am  I 
Than  e'er  I  was  before. 

2  Nearer  my  Father's  house, 

Where  many  mansions  be ; 
Nearer  the  throne  where  Jesus  reigns, 
Nearer  the  crystal  sea ; 

3  Nearer  my  going  home, 

Laying  my  burden  down, 
Leaving  my  cross  of  heavy  grief, 
Wearing  my  starry  crown ; 

4  Nearer  that  hidden  stream, 

Winding  through  shades  of  night, 
Rolling  its  cold,  dark  waves  between 
Me  and  the  world  of  light. 

5  Jesus !  to  thee  I  cling : 

Strengthen  my  arm  of  faith ; 


Stay  near  me  while  my  way-worn  feet 
Press  through  the  stream  of  death. 


1178. 


"  Whoso  helieveth  in  Me  shall  never 
die:' 

1  It  is  not  death  to  die — 

To  leave  this  weary  road, 
And,  'mid  the  brotherhood  on  high, 
To  be  at  home  with  God. 

2  It  is  not  death  to  close 

The  eye  long  dimmed  by  tears, 
And  wake,  in  glorious  repose, 
To  spend  eternal  years. 

3  It  is  not  death  to  bear 

The  wrench  that  sets  us  free 
From  dungeon  chain, — to  breathe  the  ait 
Of  boundless  liberty. 

4  It  is  not  death  to  fling 

Aside  this  sinful  dust, 
And  rise,  on  strong,  exulting  wing, 
To  live  among  the  just. 

5  Jesus,  thou  Prince  of  life ! 

Thy  chosen  can  not  die ; 
Like  thee,  they  conquer  in  the  strife, 
To  reign  with  thee  on  high. 


'■At  midnight  there  was  a  cry  made? 


1207. 

1  Servant  of  God,  well  done ! 

Rest  from  thy  loved  employ : 
The  battle  fought,  the  victory  won, 
Enter  thy  Master's  joy. 

2  The  voice  at  midnight  came ; 

He  started  up  to  hear : 
A  mortal  arrow  pierced  his  frame ; 
He  fell,  but  felt  no  fear. 

3  At-  midnight  came  the  cry, 

"To  meet  thy  God  prepare!" 
He  woke, — and  caught  his  Captain's  eye ; 
Then,  strong  in  faith  and  prayer, 


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4  His  spirit  with  a  bound 

Left  its  encumbering  clay  : 
His  tent,  at  sunrise,  on  the  ground 
A  darkened  ruin  lay. 

5  The  pains  of  death  are  past ; 

Labor  and  sorrow  cease  ; 
And  life's  long  warfare  closed  at  last, 
His  soul  is  found  in  peace. 

;    6  Soldier  of  Christ,  well  done ! 
Praise  be  thy  new  employ ; 
And  while  eternal  ages  run, 
Rest  in  thy  Saviour's  joy. 

JL  a  (  1 .  "  My  flesh  also  shall  rest  in  hope.'''' 

1  Rest  for  the  toiling  hand, 

Rest  for  the  anxious  brow, 
Rest  for  the  weary,  way-worn  feet, 
Rest  from  all  labor  now ; — 

2  Rest  for  the  fevered  brain, 

Rest  for  the  throbbing  eye  ; 

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Shall  pass  the  moan  or  sigh. 

3  Soon  shall  the  trump  of  God 
Give  out  the  welcome  sound, 
That  shakes  thy  silent  chamber-walls, 
And  breaks  the  turf-sealed  ground. 

5  Ye  dwellers  in  the  dust 

Awake !  come  forth  and  sing ; 
Sharp  has  your  frost  of  winter  been, 
But  bright  shall  be  your  spring. 

5  'T  was  sown  in  weakness  here  ; 
'Twill  then  be  raised  in  power: 
That  which  was  sown  an  earthly  seed, 
Shall  rise  a  heavenly  flower ! 

Doxology. 

The  Father  and  the  Son 

And  Spirit  we  adore ; 
We  praise,  we  bless,  we  worship  thee, 

Both  now  and  evermore ! 


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1  0  ^ifi    "  Meet  and  rememher  Me." 
1WU«  Luke -22:  lit. 

1  If  human  kindness  meets  return, 

And  owns  the  grateful  tie  ; 
If  tender  thoughts  within  us  burn, 
To  feel  a  friend  is  nigh  : 

2  Oh,  shall  not  warmer  accents  tell 

The  gratitude  we  owe 
To  him  who  died  our  fears  to  quell — 
Our  more  than  orphan's  woe  :; 

3  While  yet  in  anguish  he  surveyed 

Those  pangs  lie  would  not  flee, 
What  love  his  latest  words  displayed  : 
"  Meet  and  remember  me  !" 

4  Remember  thee ! — thy  death,  thy  shame  ! 

Our  sinful  hearts  to  share  ! 
O  memory  !  leave  no  other  name 
But  his  recorded  there. 

1 U  0  l  .  "  Even  the  death  of  the  cross." 

1  LTow  condescending  and  how  kind 

Was  God's  eternal  Son  ! 
Our  misery  reached  his  heavenly  mind, 
And  pity  brought  him  down. 

2  lie  sank  beneath  our  heavy  woes, 

To  raise  us  to  his  throne  ; 
There  's  ne'er  a  gift  his  hand  bestows, 
But  cost  his  heart  a  groan. 

3  This  was  compassion  like  a  God — 

That,  when  the  Saviour  knew 
The  price  of  pardon  was  his  blood, 
His  pity  ne'er  withdrew. 

4  Now,  though  he  reigns  exalted  high, 

His  love  Is  still  as  great ; 

Well  he  remembers  Calvary, 

Nor  let  his  saints  forget. 

5  Here  let  our  hearts  begin  to  melt, 

While  we  his  death  record, 


And,  with  our  joy  for  pardoned  eruilt, 
Mourn  that  we"  pierced  the  Lord. 

1  "1  P.  t     "  As  a  flower  of  the  field,  so  he  flour. 
-L-LU'J-  uheih." 

1  Let  others  boast  how  strong  they  be, 

Nor  death  nor  danger  fear ; 
But  Ave  confess,  O  Lord !  to  thee, 
What  feeble  things  we  are. 

2  Fresh  as  the  grass  our  bodies  stand, 

And  flourish  bright  and  gay  : 
A  blasting  wind  sweeps  o'er  "the  land, 
And  fades  the  grass  away. 

3  Our  life  contains  a  thousand  springs, 

And  dies,  if  one  be  gone ; 
Strange  that  a  harp  of  thousand  strings 
Should  keep  in  tune  so  long ! 

4  But 't  is  our  God  supports  our  frame— 

The  God  who  made  us  first ; 
Salvation  to  th'  Almighty  Name 
That  reared  us  from  the  dust ! 


1  1  71     "  ^  *s  appointed  unto  men  once  to 
±x  '  *-  die.'" 

1  If  I  must  die,  oh!  let  me  die 

With  hope  in  Jesus'  blood — 
The  blood  that  saves  from  sin  and  guilt, 
And  reconciles  to  God. 

2  If  I  must  die,  then  let  me  die 

In  peace  with  all  mankind, 
And  change  these  fleeting  joys  below 
For  pleasures  all  refined. 

3  If  I  must  die — and  die  I  shall — 

Let  some  kind  seraph  come, 
And  bear  me  on  his  friendly  wing 
To  my  celestial  home. 

4  Of  Canaan's  land,  from  Pisgah's  top, 

May  I  but  have  a  view, 
Thousrh  Jordan  should  o'erflow  its  banks, 
I  'If  boldly  venture  through. 


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J--LOU-  away." 

1  Whbk  blooming  youth  is  snatched  away 

By  death's  resistless  hand, 
Our  hearts  the  mournful  tribute  pay 
Which  pity  must  demand. 

2  While  pity  prompts  the  rising  sigh, 

Oil,  may  this  truth,  impressed 
With  awful  power,  "I,  too,  must  die," 
Sink  deep  in  every  breast ! 

3  Let  this  vain  world  engage  no  more : 

Behold  the  opening  tomb  ! 
It  bids  us  seize  the  present  hour; 
To-morrow,  death  may  come. 

4  Oh,  let  us  fly— to  Jesus  fly! 

Whose  powerful  arm  can  save  ; 
Then  shall  our  hopes  ascend  ou  high, 
And  triumph  o'er  the  grave. 

5  Great  God  !  thy  sovereign  grace  impart, 

With  cleansing,  healing  power; 
This  only  can  prepare  the  heart 
For  death's  surprising  hour. 

110n     "  Tliere  the,  wean/  be  at  rest." 
±±OV.  Job3.  17_20. 

1  How  still  and  peaceful  is  the  grave ! 

Where, life's  vain  tumults  past, 
Th'  appointed  house,  by  heaven's  decree, 
Receives  us  all  at  last. 

2  The  wicked  there  from  troubling  cease ; 

Their  passions  rage  no  more ; 
And  there  the  weary  pilgrim  rests 
From  all  the  toils  he  bore. 

3  There  rest    the  prisoners  now  released 

From  slavery's  sad  abode  ; 
No  more  they  hear  th'  oppressor's  voice, 
Or  dread  the  tyrant's  rod. 

4  There,  servants,masters,  small  and  great, 

Partake  the  same  repose ; 


And  there,  in  peace,  the  ashes  mix 
Of  those  who  once  were  foes. 
5  All,  leveled  by  the  hand  of  death, 
Lie  sleeping  in  the  tomb, 

Till  God  in  judgment  calls  them  forth 
To  meet  their  hnal  doom. 

1201.        "What  is  your  life ?' ' 

1  Life  is  a  span — a  fleeting  hour: 

How  soon  the  vapor  tlies  ! 
Man  is  a  tender,  transient  flower, 
That  ev'n  in  blooming— dies. 

2  The  once  loved  form,  now  cold  and  dead, 

Each  mournful  thought  employs ; 
And  nature  weeps  her  comforts  fled, 
And  withered  all  her  joys. 

3  Hope  looks  beyond  the  bounds  of  time, 

When  what  we  now  deplore 

Shall  rise  in  full,  immortal  prime, 

And  bloom  to  fade  no  more. 

4  Cease,  then,  fond  nature,  cease  thy  tears  1 

Religion  points  on  high  ; 
There  everlasting  spring  appears, 
And  joys  that  can  not  die. 

1010     "  And  their  works  do  follow  them:'' 
m*'  Kov.  14:  13. 

1  Hear  what  the  voice  from  heaven  pn> 

claims 
For  all  the  pious  dead  ; 
Sweet  is  the  savor  of  their  names, 
And  soft  their  sleeping  bed. 

2  They  die  in  Jesus,  and  are  blest ! 

How  kind  their  slumbers  are  ! 
From  sufferings  and  from  sin  released, 
And  freed  from  every  snare. 

3  Far  from  this  world  of  toil  and  strife, 

They're  present  with  the  Lord; 
The  labors  of  their  mortal  life 
End  in  a  larec  reward. 


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4:  /  x.     Salvation  sought  from  the  Trinity. 

1  Father  of  heaven !  whose  love  profound 
A  ransom  for  our  souls  hath  found, 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend : 

To  us  thy  pardoning  love  extend. 

2  Almighty  Son  !  incarnate  Word ! 
Our  Prophet,  Priest,  Redeemer,  Lord ! 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend  : 
To  us  thy  saving  grace  extend. 

3  Eternal  Spirit !  by  whose  breath 
The  soul  is  raised  from  sin  and  death, 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend: 
To  us  thy  quickening  power  extend. 

4  Jehovah!  Father,  Spirit,  Son! 
Mysterious  Godhead  !  Three  in  One ! 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend : 
Grace,  pardon,  life,  to  us  extend ! 

530.    "  Come  to  Me."— Matt  11  :  23-30, 

1  With  tearful  eyes  I  look  around ; 
Life  seems  a  dark  and  stormy  sea; 
Yet,  'mid  the  gloom,  I  hear  a  sound, 
A  heavenly  whisper,  "  Come  to  me." 

2  It  tells  me  of  a  place  of  rest : 

It  tells  me  where  my  soul  may  flee : 
Oh,  to  the  weary,  faint,  oppressed, 
How  sweet  the  bidding,  "  Come  to  me! 

3  "Come,  for  all  else  must  fail  and  die ; 
Earth  is  no  resting-place  for  thee  ; 
To  heaven  direct  thy  weeping  eye, 

I  am  thy  portion ;  come  to  me." 

4  0  voice  of  mercy !  voice  of  love! 
In  conflict,  grief,  and  agony, 
Support  me,  cheer  me  from  above ! 
And  gently  whisper,  "  Come  to  me." 

000.  "  God  calling  yet." 

1  God  calling  vet ! — shall  I  not  hear? 
Earth's  pleasures  shall  I  still  hold  dear  ? 


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Shall  life's  swift  passing  years  all  fly, 
And  still  my  soul  in  slumbers  he  ? 

2  God  calling  yet ! — shall  I  not  rise  ? 
Can  I  his  loving  voice  despise, 
And  basely  his  kind  care  repay  ? 
He  calls  me  still :  can  I  delay  ? 

3  God  calling  yet !— and  shall  he  knock, 
And  I  my  heart  the  closer  lock  ? 
He  still  is  waiting  to  receive, 
And  shall  I  dare  his  Spirit  grieve  ? 

4  God  calling  yet !— and  shall  I  give 
No  heed,  but  still  in  bondage  live  ? 
I  wait,  but  he  does  not  forsake; 
He  calls  me  still !— my  heart  awake ! 

5  God  calling  yet ! — I  can  not  stay ; 
My  heart  I  yield  without  delay  : 

Vain  world,"  farewell !  from  thee  I  part ; 
The  voice  of  God  hath  reached  my  heart ! 

/  18.  "  Ye  are  not  your  own." — 1  Cor.  6  :  19. 

1  Oh,  not  my  own  these  verdant  hills 
And  fruits  and  flowers  and  stream  and 

wood; 
But  his  who  all  with  glory  fills, 
Who  bought  me  with  his    precious 

blood. 

2  Oh,  not  my  own  this  wondrous  frame. 
Its  curious  work,  its  living  soul ; 

But  his  who  for  my  ransom  came : 
Slain  for  my  sake,  he  claims  the  whole. 

3  Oh,  not  my  own  the  grace  that  keeps 
My  feet  from  fierce  temptations  free; 
Oh,  not  my  own  the  thought  that  leaps, 
Adoring,  blessed  Lord,  to  thee! 

4  "  Oh,  not  my  own !"  I  '11  soar  and  sing, 
When  life,  with  all  its  toils,  is  o'er, 
And  thou  thy  trembling  lamb  shalt  bring 
Safe  home,  to  wander  never  more. 


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%J'  'Psalm  65. 

1  For  thee,  0  God,  our  constant  praise 
In  Zion  waits,  thy  chosen  seat ; 

Our  promised  altars  there  we  '11  raise, 
And  all  our  zealous  vows  complete. 

2  O  thou  who  to  our  humble  prayer 
Didst  always  bend  thy  listening  ear, 
To  thee  shall  all  mankind  repair, 
And  at  thy  gracious  throne  appear. 

3  Our  sins,  though  numberless,  in  vain, 
To  stop  thy  flowing  mercy  try ; 

For  grace  shall  cleanse  the  guilty  stain, 
And  wash  away  the  crimson  dye. 
i  How  blest   the   man,  who,  near  thee 
placed, 
Within  thy  heavenly  dwelling  lives  ! 
While  we,  at  humbler  distance,  taste 
The  vast  delights  thy  temple  gives. 

/  Ol.  Trust  in  Christ  at  the  Hour  of  Death. 

1  Jesus,  in  whom  but  thee  above 
Can  I  repose  my  trust,  my  love  ? 
And  shall  an  earthly  object  be 
Loved  in  comparison  with  thee  ? 

2  How  soon,  O  Lord,  will  life  decay ! 
How  soon  this  world  will  pass  away ! 
Ah  !  what  can  mortal  friends  avail, 
When  heart  and  strength  and  life  shall 

fail  ? 

8  Oh,  then,  be  thou,  mv  Saviour,  nigh, 
And  I  will  triumph  while  I  die ; 
My  strength,  my  portion,  is  divine, 
And  Jesus  is  for  ever  mine ! 


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*In  whom  tee  have  boldness: 


1  Where  high  the  heavenly  temple  stands, 

The  house  of  God  not  made  with  hands, 


A  great  High  Priest  our  nature  wears, — 
The  Guardian  of  mankind  appears. 

3  Though  now  ascended  up  on  high, 
He  bends  on  earth  a  brother's  eye ; 
Partaker  of  the  human  name, 
He  knows  the  frailty  of  our  frame. 

3  Our  Fellow-sufferer  yet  retains 
A  fellow-feeling  of  our  pains  ; 
And  still  remembers,  in  the  skies, 
His  tears,  his  agonies,  and  cries. 

4  In  every  pang  that  rends  the  heart 
The  Man  of  sorrows  had  a  part ; 
He  sympathizes  in  our  grief, 
And  to  the  sufferer  sends  relief. 

5  With  boldness,  therefore,  at  the  throne, 
Let  us  make  all  our  sorrows  known  ; 
And  ask  the  aid  of  heavenly  power 

To  help  us  in  the  evil  houi\ 


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1  Jesus  !  thy  blood  and  righteousness 
My  beauty  are,  my  glorious  dress  ; 
'Mid  flaming  worlds,  in  these  arrayed, 
With  joy  shall  I  lift  up  my  head. 

2  When  from  the  dust  of  earth  I  ri?e 
To  claim  my  mansion  in  the  skies ; 
Ev'n  then  shall  this  be  all  my  plea : 
"  Jesus  hath  lived  and  died  for  me." 

3  This  spotless  robe  the  same  appears, 
When  ruined  nature  sinks  in  years ; 
No  aire  can  change  its  glorious  hue,— 
The  robe  of  Christ  is  ever  new. 

4  Oh,  let  the  dead  now  hear  thy  voice, 
Now  bid  thy  banished  ones  rejoice  ; 
Their  beauty  this,  their  glorious  dress- 
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0\JU.  Conviction  by  the  Law.— Rom.  7  :  9. 

1  Lord,  how  secure  my  conscience  was, 

And  felt  no  inward  dread  ! 
I  was  alive  without  the  law, 
And  thought  my  sins  were  dead. 

2  My  hopes  of  heaven  were  firm  and  bright, 

But  since  the  precept  came 
With  such  convincing  power  and  light, 
I  find  how  vile  I  aih. 

3  My  guilt  appeared  but  small  before, 

Till  I  with  terror  saw 
How  perfect,  holy,  just,  and  pure 
Is  thine  eternal  law. 

4  Then  felt  my  soul  the  heavy  load; 

My  sins  revived  again  : 
I  had  provoked  a  dreadful  God, 
And  all  my  hopes  were  slain. 

5  My  God !  I  cry  with  every  breath, 

For  some  kind  power  to  save ; 
Oh,  break  the  yoke  of  sin  and  death, 
And  thus  redeem  the  slave. 

K  i  Q         "lie,  will  abundantly  'pardon." 
0±0.  Isaiah  55  :  7,  8. 

1  Sinners,  the  voice  of  God  regard  ; 

His  mercy  speaks  to-day: 
He  calls  you,  by  his  sovereign  word, 
From  sin's  destructive  way. 

2  Why  will  vou  in  the  crooked  ways 

Of  sin  and  folly  go  ? 
In  pain  you  travel  all  your  days, 
To  reap  eternal  woe  ! 

3  But  he  that  turns  to  God  shall  live, 

Through  his  abounding  grace  ; 
His  mercy  will  the  guilt  forgive 
Of  those  who  seek  his  face. 

4  His  love  exceeds  your  highest  thoughts  ; 

He  pardons  like  a  God: 


He  will  forgive  your  numerous  faults 
Through  a  Redeemer's  blood. 

Jo  J.  "Lord,  remember  i7ie."— Luke  23  :  42, 

1  O  titou,  from  whom  all  goodness  flows, 

I  lift  my  soul  to  thee; 
In  all  my  sorrows,  conflicts,  woes, 

0  Lord,  remember  me  ! 

2  When  on  my  aching,  burdened  heart, 

My  sins  lie  heavily, 
Thy  pardon  grant,  new  peace  impart ; 
Then,  Lord,  remember  me  ! 

3  When  trials  sore  obstruct  my  way, 

And  ills  I  can  not  flee, 
Oh,  let  my  strength  be  as  my  day — 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me  1 

4  When  in  the  solemn  hour  of  death 

1  wait  thy  just  decree ; 

Be  this  the"prayer  of  my  last  breath : 
Now,  Lord,  remember  me  ! 

5  And  when  before  thy  throne  I  stand, 

And  lift  my  soul  to  thee, 
Then  with  the  saints  at  thy  right  hand, 

0  Lord,  remember  me  ! 

Q  ^\A.  "  &nt°  ^e  Lord  did  TmaJce  my  supplu 
J  °^  -  cation."— -Psalm  142. 

1  To  God  I  made  my  sorrows  known  ; 

From  God  I  sought  relief; 
In  long  complaints  before  his  throne 

1  poured  out  all  my  grief. 

2  On  every  side  I  cast  mine  eye, 

And  found  my  helpers  gone  ; 
While  friends  and  strangers  passed  me  by, 
Neglected  or  unknown. 

3  Then  did  I  raise  a  louder  cry, 

Aud  called  thy  mercy  near: 
"  Thou  art  my  Portion  when  I  die,— 
Be  thou  my  Refuge  here  I" 


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4  Lord !  I  am  brought  exceeding  low ; 
Now  let  thine  ear  attend, 
And  make  my  foes,  who  vex  me,  know 
I  've  an  almighty  Friend. 

n'JO     "Be  not  dismayed,  for  lam  thy 
1  °«  God." 

1  Thou  must  go  forth  alone,  my  soul ! 

Thou  must  go  forth  alone, 
To  other  scenes,  to  other  worlds, 
That  mortal  hath  not  known. 

2  Thou  must  go  forth  alone,  my  soul, 

To  tread  the  narrow  vale ; 
But  he,  whose  word  is  sure,  hath  said 
His  mercy  shall  not  fail. 

3  Thou  must  go  forth  alone,  my  soul, 

To  meet  thy  God  above : 
But  shrink  not — he  has  said,  my  soul, 
He  is  a  God  of  love  ! 

4  His  rod  and  staff  shall  comfort  thee 

Across  the  dreary  road, 
Till  thou  shalt  join  the  blessed  ones 
In  heaven's  serene  abode. 

11/4.  *X  must  die  alone. " 

1  That  solemn  hour  will  come  for  me, 

When,  though  their  charms  I  own, 
All  human  ties  resigned  must  be ; 

For  I  must  die  alone. 

3  All  earthly  pleasures  will  be  o'er, 
All  earthly  labors  done, 
And  I  shall  tread  th'  eternal  shore, 
And  I  must  die  alone ! 

5  But,  oh,  I  will  not  view  with  dread 

That  shadowy  vale  unknown  : 
I  see  a  light  within  it  shed ; 
I  shall  not  die  alone ! 

I  One  will  be  with  me  there,  whose  voice 
I  long  have  loved  and  known ; 
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To  die  is  now  my  wish,  my  choice : 
I  shall  not  die  alone ! 


mK     "Forsake  me  not  when  my  strength 
°-  faileth." 

1  When  bending  o'er  the  brink  of  life 

My  trembling  soul  shall  stand, 
Waiting  to  pass  death's  awful  flood, 
Great  God !  at  thy  command ; 

2  0  thou  great  Source  of  joy  supreme! 

Whose  arm  alone  can  save, 
Dispel  the  darkness  that  surrounds 
The  entrance  to  the  grave. 

3  Lay  thy  supporting,  gentle  hand 

Beneath  my  sinking  head, 
And,  with  a  ray  of  love  divine, 
Illume  my  dying  bed. 

1 1 V  7 .  "In  Christ  shall  all  be  made  alive  " 

1  When  downward  to  the  darksome  tomb 

I  thoughtful  turn  my  eyes, 
Frail  nature  trembles  at  the  gloom, 
And  anxious  fears  arise. 

2  Why  shrinks  my  soul  ?— in  death's  em- 

brace 
Once  Jesus  captive  slept ; 
And  angels,  hovering  o'er  the  place, 
His  lowly  pillow  kept. 

3  Thus  shall  they  guard  my  sleeping  dust, 

And,  as  the  Saviour  rose, 
The  grave  again  shall  yield  her  trust, 
And  end  my  deep  repose. 

4  My  Lord,  before  to  glory  gone, 

Shall  bid  me  come  away ; 
And  calm  and  bright  shall  break  the  dawn 
Of  heaven's  eternal  day. 

5  Then  let  my  faith  each  fear  dispel, 

And  gild  with  light  the  grave  ; 

To  him  my  loftiest  praises  swell, 

Who  died  from  death  to  sava. 


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1  I  cax  not  always  trace  the  way 

Where  thou,  almighty  One,  dost  move; 
But  I  can  always,  always  say 
That  God  is  love. 

2  When  fear  her  chilling  mantle  flings 

O'er  earth,  my  soul  to  heaven  above, 
As  to  her  native  home,  upsprings  ; 
For  God  is  love. 

3  When  myst'ry  clouds  my  darkened  path, 

I'll  check  my  dread,  my  doubts  re- 
prove ; 
In  this  my  soul  sweet  comfort  hath, 
That  God  is  love. 

4  Oh  may  this  truth  my  heart  employ, 

Bid  every  gloomy  thought  remove, 
And  turn  all  tears,  all  woes  to  joy, — 
Thou,  God,  art  Love. 


929.     "  Thy  willle  don  e."— Matt.  6:10. 

1  My  God,  my  Father,  while  I  stray 

Far  from  thy  home,  on  life's  rough  way, 
Oh,  teach  me  from  my  heart  to  say, 
"Thy  will  be  done!" 

2  What  though  in  lonely  grief  I  sigh 
For  friends  beloved  no  longer  nigh ; 
Submissive  still  would  I  reply, 

"  Thy  will  be  done  !" 

S  If  thou  shouldst  call  me  to  resign 
What  most  I  prize, — it  ne'er  was  mine ; 
I  only  yield  thee  what  was  thine  : 
44  Thy  will  be  done !" 

4  If  but  my  fainting  heart  be  blest 
With  thy  sweet  Spirit  for  its  guest, 


My  God,  to  thee  I  leave  the  rest : 
44  Thy  will  be  done  I" 

5  Renew  my  will  from  day  to  day ; 
Blend  it  with  thine,  and  take  away 
Whate'er  now  makes  it  hard  to  say, 

44  Thy  will  be  done  1" 

6  Then  when  on  earth  I  breathe  no  more, 
The  prayer  oft  mixed  with  tears  before, 
I  '11  sing  upon  a  happier  shore : 

44  Thy  will  be  done !" 


"|  "I  Q  Q     "  Tliere  is  a  culm  for  those  who 
J-J-t/O.  weep." 

1  There  is  a  calm  for  those  who  weep, 
A  rest  for  weary  pilgrims  found ; 
They  softly  lie,  and  sweetly  sleep, 
Low  in  the  ground. 


2  The  storm  that  racks  the  wint'ry  sky, 
No  more  disturbs  their  deep  repose 
Than  summer  evening's  latest  sigh, 
That  shuts  the  rose. 


3  I  long  to  lay  this  painful  Wad 

And  aching  heart  beneath  the  soil; 
To  slumber,  in  that  dreamless  bed, 
From  all  my  toil. 

4  The  soul,  of  origin  divine, 

God's  glorious  image,  freed  from  clay, 
In  heaven's  eternal  sphere  shall  shine, 
A  star  of  day. 

5  The  sun  is  but  a  spark  of  fire, 

A  transient  meteor  in  the  sky ; 
The  soul  immortal  as  its  Sire, 
Shall  never  die. 


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1  Our  Father  in  heaven,  We  hallow  thy  name ! 
May  thy  kingdom  holy  On  earth  be  the  same ! 
Oh,  give  to  us  daily  Our  portion  of  bread: 

It  is  from  thy  bounty  That  all  must  be  fed. 

2  Forgive  our  transgressions,  And  teach  us  to  know 
That  humble  compassion  Which  pardons  each  foe ; 
Keep  us  from  temptation,  From  evil  and  sin, 
And  thine  be  the  glory  For  ever !    Amen ! 

0  — — .        "Acquaint  now  thyself  with  Him." — Job  22 :  21. 

1  Acquaint  thee,  O  mortal,  acquaint  thee  with  God, 
And  joy,  like  the  sunshine,  shall  beam  on  thy  road; 
And  peace,  like  the  dew-drop,  shall  fall  on  thy  head ; 
And  sleep,  like  an  angel,  shall  visit  thy  bed. 

2  Acquaint  thee,  O  mortal,  acquaint  thee  with  God, 
And  he  shall  be  with  thee  when  fears  are  abroad  ; 
Thy  safeguard  in  danger  that  threatens  thy  path ; 
Thy  joy  in  the  valley  and  shadow  of  death. 

11/0."'" "  I  would  not  live  alway." — Job  7 :  16. 

1  I  would  not  live  alway  :  I  ask  not  to  stay 
Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er  the  way; 
The  few  lurid  mornings  that  dawn  on  us  here 

Are  enough  for  life's  woes,  full  enough  for  its  cheer. 

2  I  would  not  live  alway  :  no,  welcome  the  tomb ! 
Since  Jesus  hath  lain  there,  I  dread  not  its  gloom ; 
There  sweet  be  my  rest,  till  he  bid  me  arise 

To  hail  him  in  triumph  descending  the  skies. 

3  Who,  who  would  live  alway,  away  from  his  God, 
Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode, 

Where  the  rivers  of  pleasure  How  o'er  the  bright  plains, 
And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns  ; 

4  Where  the  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony  meet, 
Their  Saviour  and  brethren  transported  to  greet ; 
While  the  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly  roll, 
And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of  the  soul! 

*  The  small  notes  will  be  required  in  singing  this  Hymn.      See  also  page  450. 


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9  n  Q    "  Return  unto  thy  rent,  0  my  soul  /" 
AVO.  Psalm  116. 

1  Return,  my  soul,  and  sweetly  rest 
On  thy  almighty  Father's  breast ; 
The  bounties  of  his  grace  adore, 
And  count  his  wondrous  mercies  o'er. 

2  Thy  mercy,  Lord,  preserved  my  breath, 
And  snatched  myfainting  soul  fromdeath; 
Removed  my  sorrows,  dried  my  tears, 
And  saved  me  from  surrounding  snares. 

3  "What  shall  I  render  to  the  Lord  ? 
Or  how  his  wondrous  grace  record  ? 
To  him  my  grateful  voice  I  '11  raise, 
With  just  thanksgiving  to  his  praise. 

4  O  Zion !  in  thy  sacred  courts, 
Where  glory  dwells,  and  joy  resorts, 
To  notes  divine  I  '11  tune  the  song, 
And  praise  shall  flow  from  every  tongue. 

i  8  8 .  The  hidden  Life. 

1  Oh  that  I  could  for  ever  dwell, 
Delighted  at  the  Saviour's  feet ; 
Behold  the  form  I  love  so  well, 
And  all  his  tender  words  repeat ! 

2  The  world  shut  out  from  all  my  soul, 
And  heaven  brought  in  with  all  its  bliss, 
Oh !  is  there  aught,  from  pole  to  pole, 
One  moment  to  compare  with  this  ? 

3  This  is  the  hidden  life  I  prize — 
A  life  of  penitential  love  ; 
When  most  my  follies  I  despise, 
And  raise  my  highest  thoughts  above ; 

4  When  all  I  am  I  clearly  see, 

And  freely  own  with  deepest  shame : 
When  the  Redeemer's  love  to  me 
Kindles  within  a  deathless  flame. 


5  Thus  would  I  live  till  nature  fail, 
And  all  my  former  sins  forsake ; 
Then  rise  to  God  within  the  vail, 
And  of  eternal  joys  partake. 

1  Ol  K  "  Why  shoxdd  we  weep  for  those  who 
±A±0.  dieV 

1  Why  should  we  weep  for  those  who  die  ? 
Those  blessed  ones  who  weep  no  more  ? 
Jesus  hath  called  them  to  the  sky, 
And  gladly  have  they  gone  before. 

2  A  few  short  days  they  lingered  here, 
Th'  appointed  span  of  trial  knew  ; 
Dropped — earlydropped  the  parting  tear, 
And  early  now  have  parted,  too. 

3  Up,  up,  in  swift  ascent,  they  rise, 
Star  after  star  of  living  light ! 

Whyshouldwe  mourn  that  midnight  skies 
Become  with  added  glories  bright  ? 

4  Far  in  the  distant  heavens  they  shine, 
But  still  with  borrowed  luster  glow : 
Saviour,  the  beams  are  only  thine, 
Of  saints  above,  or  saints  below. 

5  For  them  no  bitter  tears  we  shed, — 
Their  night  of  pain  and  grief  is  o'er,— 
But  weep  our  lonely  path  to  tread, 
And  see  the  forms  we  loved,  no  more. 

1 Z44 .  "  One  in  our  hope  of  rest  abote" 

1  Still  one  in  life  and  one  in  death, 
One  in  our  hope  of  rest  above ; 
One  in  our  joy,  our  trust,  our  faith, 
One  in  each  other's  faithful  love. 

2  Yet  must  we  part,  and,  parting,  weep ; 
What  else  has  earth  for  us  in  store  ? 
Our  farewell  pangs,  how  sharp  and  deep ! 
Our  farewell  words,  how  sad  and  sore ! 


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3  Yet  shall  we  meet  again  in  peace, 
To  sing  the  song  offestal  joy, 

Where  none  shall  bid  our  gladness  cease, 
And  none  our  fellowship  destroy. 

4  Where  none  shall  beckon  us  away, 
Nor  bid  our  festival  be  done  ; 
Our  meeting-time  th'  eternal  day, 
Our  meeting-place  th'  eternal  throne. 

5  There,  hand  in  hand,  firm-linked  at  last, 
And,  heart  to  heart,  enfolded  all, 

We  '11  smile  upon  the  troubled  past, 
And  wonder  why  we  wept  at  all. 

A0 1      '■''Hove  the  Lord  who  died  for  me." 
"OJ±.  1  John  4:  19. 

j  1  I  love  the  Lord  who  died  for  me  ; 
I  love  his  grace  divine  and  free  ; 
I  love  his  word,  for  there  I  read 
That  he  loved  me,  and  for  me  bled. 

2  I  love  to  hear  that  he  was  slain  ; 
I  love  his  every  grief  and  pain  ; 
I  love  to  think  on  him  by  faith, 
And  muse  upon  his  cruel  death. 

S  I  love  his  people  and  their  ways ; 
I  love  with  them  to  pray  and  praise : 
I  love  the  Father  and  the  Son  ; 
I  love  the  Spirit  he  sent  down. 

4  I  love  to  think  the  time  will  come 
When  I  shall  be  with  him  at  home,— 
When  I  shall  love  as  he  loves  me, 
And  praise  him  through  eternity. 

1010    "  ^n  my  Withers  house  are  many 
v ±yj.  mansions." — John  14:  2. 

I  Thy  Father's  house ! — thine  own  bright 
home ! 
And  thou  hast  there  a  place  for  me ! 
Though  yet  an  exile  here  I  roam, 

i   That  distant  home  by  faith  I  see. 


2  I  see  its  domes  resplendent  glow, 
Where  beams  of  God's  own  glory  fall; 
And  trees  of  life  immortal  grow, 
Whose  fruits  o'erhang  the  sapphire  wall. 

3  I  know  that  thou,  who  on  the  tree 
Didst  deign  our  mortal  guilt  to  bear, 
Wilt  bring  thine  own  to  dwell  with  thee, 
And  waitest  to  receive  me  there ! 

4  Thy  love  will  there  array  my  soul 
In  thine  own  robe  of  spotless  hue ; 
And  I  shall  gaze,  while  ages  roll, 
On  thee,  with  raptures  ever  new ! 

5  Oh,  welcome  day  !  when  thou  my  feet 
Shalt  bring  the  shining  threshold  o'er; 
A  Father's  warm  embrace  to  meet, 
And  dwell  at  home  for  evermore ! 

1U '4 1. "Jesus,  thine  own  3fessia7it  reigns." 

1  Wnv,  on  the  bending  willows  hung, 
Israel !  still  sleeps  thy  tuneful  string?-. 
Still  mute  remains  thy  sullen  tongue, 
And  Zion's  song  denies  to  sing  ? 

2  Awake !  thy  sweetest  raptures  raise  ; 
Let  harp  and  voice  unite  their  strains  : 
Thy  promised  King  his  scepter  sways : 
Jesus,  thine  own  Messiah,  reigns  ! 

3  No  taunting  foes  the  song  require; 
No  strangers  mock  thy  captive  chain ; 
But  friends  provoke  the  silent  lyre, 
And  brethren  ask  the  holy  strain. 

4  Nor  fear  thy  Salem's  hills  to  wrong, 
If  other  lands  thy  triumph  share: 
A  heavenly  city  claims  thy  song ; 

A  brighter  Salem  rises  there. 

5  By  foreign  streams  no  longer  roam ; 
Nor,  weeping,  think  of  Jordan's  flood: 
In  every  clime  behold  a  home, 

In  every  temple  see  thy  God. 


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8  0  6 .  What  is  Prayer  ? 

1  Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 

Uttered  or  unexpressed ; 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire 
That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

2  Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh, 

The  falling  of  a  tear, 
The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye, 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech 

That  infant  lips  can  try; 
Prayer,  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach 
The  Majesty  on  high. 

4  Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice, 

Returning  from  his  ways  ; 
While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice, 
And  cry,  "  Behold,  he  prays !" 

5  Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 

The  Christian's  native  air, 
Uis  watchword  at  the  gates  of  death: 
He  enters  heaven  with  prayer. 

6  O  thou,  by  whom  we  come  to  God, 

The  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way  ! 
The  path  of  prayer  thyself  hast  trod  ; 
Lord !  teach  us  how  to  pray. 


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that  which  is  not  bread  V 

1  In  vain  we  lavish  out  our  lives 

To  gather  empty  wind ; 
The  choicest  blessings  earth  can  yield 
Will  starve  a  hungry  mind. 

2  But  God  can  every  want  supply, 

And  fill  our  hearts  with  peace  : 
lie  gives  by  co\  'nant,  and  by  oath, 
The  riches  of  his  grace. 

$  Come,  and  he  '11  cleanse  our  spotted  souls, 
And  wash  away  our  staius 


In  that  dear  fountain  which  his  Son 
Poured  from  his  dying  veins. 

4  There  shall  his  sacred  Spirit  dwell, 

And  deep  engrave  his  law ; 

And  every  motion  of  our  souls 

To  swift  obedience  draw. 

5  Thus  will  he  pour  salvation  down, 

And  we  shall  render  praise, — 
We,  the  dear  people  of  his  love, 
And  he,  our  God  of  grace. 

1  00  7    U^°  ^  heartity  ***  to  t?ie  Lord,  and 
±\Jo  I  .  not  unto  men.'''' 

1  Not  only  wdien  ascends  the  song, 

And  soundeth  sweet  the  word, — 

Not  only  'mid  the  Sabbath  throng, 

Our  souls  would  seek  the  Lord  ; 

2  For,  while  we  every  yoke  would  break, 

And  every  captive  free, 
And  every  sluggish  soul  awake, — 
Lord,  we  are  seeking  thee ! 

3  Oh,  mean  may  seem  the  work  we  do, 

And  vile  the  name  we  earn  ; 
But  thou,  O  Lord,  dost  search  us  through, 
Our  loyal  hearts  discern. 

4  We  lose,  we  lack,  that  men  may  gain, 

We  suffer,  and  we  smile : 
But  why  this  joy  amid  the  pain  ? 
We  seek  our  Lord  the  while ! 

5  Oh,  everywhere,  oh,  every  day, 

Thy  grace  is  still  outpoured ; 
We  work,  we  wait,  we  smile,  we  pray^ 
Behold,  we  seek  thee,  Lord ! 

1100     "-4»<2  the  city  had  no  need  of  the 
J--Lt7U'  sun:' 

1  Ye  golden  lamps  of  heaven!  farewell, 
With  all  your  feeble  light ; 
Farewell,  thou  ever-changing  moon, 
Pale  empress  of  the  night! 


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2  And  thou  refulgent  orb  of  day, 

In  brighter  flames  arrayed, 
My  soul,  that  springs  beyond  thy  sphere, 
No  more  demands  thine  aid. 

3  Ye  stars  are  but  the  shining  dust 

Of  my  divine  abode  ; 
The  pavement  of  those  heavenly  courts, 
Where  I  shall  reign  with  God. 

4  The  Father  of  eternal  light 

Shall  there  his  beams  display  ; 
Nor  shall  one  moment's  darkness  mix 
With  that  unvaried  day. 

5  No  more  the  drops  of  piercing  grief 

Shall  swell  into  my  eyes  ; 

Nor  the  meridian  sun  decline 

Amid  those  brighter  skies. 

6  Thee  all  the  millions  of  his  saints 

Shall  in  one  song  unite, 
And  each  the  bliss  of  all  shall  view, 
With  intinite  delight. 


1199.  "Befell  asleep:' 

1  Behold  the  western  evening  light ! 

It  melts  in  evening  gloom : 
So  calmly  Christians  sink  away, 
Descending  to  the  tomb. 

2  The  winds  breathe  low,  the  withering  leaf 

Scarce  whisDers  from  the  tree  : 
So  gently  flows  the  parting  breath, 
When  good  men  cease  to  be. 

S  How  beautiful  on  all  the  hills 
The  crimson  light  is  shed  ! 
'T  is  like  the  peace  the  Christian  gives 
To  mourners  round  his  bed. 
4  How  mildly  on  the  wandering  cloud 
The  sunset  beam  is  cast ! 
*T  is  like  the  memory  left  behind, 
When  loved  ones  breathe  their  last. 


5  And  now  above  the  dews  of  night 

The  rising  star  appears ; 
So  faith  springs  in  the  hearts  of  those 
Whose  eyes  are  bathed  in  tears. 

6  But  soon  the  morning's  happier  light 

Its  glory  shall  restore, 
And  eyelids  that  are  sealed  in  death 
Shall  wake  to  close  no  more. 


1  94-0  "Cauaht  UP  together  with  them  in  the 
J-^^U.  clouds.'"' 

1  Hope  of  our  hearts !  O  Lord,  appear, 

Thou  glorious  Star  of  day ! 
Shine  forth,  and  chase  the  dreary  night, 
And  all  our  fears  away. 

2  Strangers  on  earth  we  wait  for  thee : 

Oh,  leave  the  Father's  throne  ! 
Come  with  a  shout  of  victory,  Lord, 
And  claim  us  as  thine  own ! 

3  Oh,  bid  the  bright  archangel  then 

The  trump  of  God  prepare, 
To  call  thy  saints,  the  quick,  the  dead, 
To  meet  thee  in  the  air ! 

4  No  resting-place  we  seek  on  earth, 

No  loveliness  we  see ; 
Our  eye  is  on  the  royal  crown 
Prepared  for  us  and  thee, 

5  But,  oh !  the  thought  of  sharing,  Lord* 

Thy  glorious  throne  above, 
What  is  it  to  the  brighter  hope 
Of  dwelling  in  thy  love. 


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Let  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit,  be  adored, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him 
known, 

Or  saints  to  love  the  Lord ! 


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K  Q  7    "  Have  mercy  upon  me,  0  God  f* 
OVI.  Psalm  51. 

1  Tukn  not  thy  face  away,  0  Lord ! 

From  them  that  lowly  lie, 
Lamenting  sore  their  sinful  life 

With  tears  and  bitter  cry  : 
Thy  mercy-gate  stands  open  wide 

To  them  that  mourn  their  sin ; 
Shut  not  that  gate  against  us,  Lord ! 

But  let  us  enter  in. 

2  Thou  knowest,  Lord,  what  things  be  past 

And  all  the  things  that  be  ; 
Thou  knowest  well  what  is  to  come ; 

There  's  nothing  hid  from  thee : 
So  press  we  to  thy  mercy-gate, 

Where  mercy  doth  abound, 
Imploring  pardon  for  our  sin 

To  heal  our  deadly  wound. 

3  O  Lord !  we  need  not  to  repeat 

What  we  do  beg  and  crave ; 
For  thou  dost  know,  before  we  ask, 

The  blessing  we  would  have : 
Mercy,  O  Lord  !  we  mercy  seek  ; 

This  is  the  height  and  sum  ; 
For  mercy,  Lord,  is  all  our  prayer, 

Oh,  let  thy  mercy  come  I 


Ub&.        "Renew  my  broken  vow."" 

1  How  long  the  time  since  Christ  began 

To  call  in  vain  on  me  ! 
Deaf  to  his  warning  voice,  I  ran 
Through  paths  of  vanity. 

2  He  called  me  when  my  thoughtless  prime 

Was  early  ripe  to  ill ; 
I  passed  from  folly  on  to  crime, 
And  yet  he  called  me  still. 

8  He  called  me  in  the  time  of  dread, 
When  death  was  full  in  view  ; 


I  trembled  on  my  feverish  bed, 
And  rose  to  sin  anew. 

4  Yet  could  I  hear  him  once  again, 

As  I  have  heard  of  old, 
Mcthinks  he  should  not  call  in  vain 
His  wanderer  to  the  fold. 

5  O  thou,  who  every  thought  dost  know, 

And  answerest  every  prayer! 
Try  me  with  sickness,  want,  or  woe, 
But  snatch  me  from  despair. 

6  My  struggling  will  by  grace  control ; 

Renew  my  broken  vow : 
What  blessed  light  breaks  on  my  soul ! 
My  God  !  I  hear  thee  now. 

inifl    "According  to  HU  mercy  He  saxed 
J.  U  J.  -j  .  -ms."— Titus  3:5-7. 

1  Lord,  we  confess  our  numerous  faults, 

How  great  our  guilt  has  been  ; 
Foolish  and  vain  were  all  our  thoughts, 
And  all  our  lives  were  sin. 

2  But,  O  my  soul !  for  ever  praise, 

For  ever  love  his  name, 
Who  turns  thy  feet  from  dangerous  ways 
Of  folly,  sin,  and  shame. 

3  'T  is  not  by  works  of  righteousness, 

Which  our  own  hands  have  done  ; 
But  we  are  saved  by  sovereign  grace, 
Abounding  through  his  Son. 

4  'T  is  from  the  mercy  of  our  God, 

That  all  our  hopes  be.irin ; 
*T  is  by  the  water,  and  the  blood, 
Our  souls  are  washed  from  sin. 

5  'T  is  through  the  purchase  of  his  deatU 

Who  hung  upon  the  tree, 
The  Spirit  is  sent  down  to  breathe 
On  such  dry  bones  as  we. 

6  Raised  from  the  dead,  we  live  anew ; 

And,  justified  by  grace, 
We  shall  appear  in  glory,  too, 
And  see  our  Father's  face. 


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1U0U.  Luke  22:  19. 

1  According  to  tliy  gracious  word, 

In  meek  humility. 
This  will  I  do,  my  dying  Lord ! 
I  will  remember  thee. 

2  Thy  body,  broken  for  my  sake, 

My  bread  from  heaven  shall  be ; 
Thy  testamental  cup  I  take, 
And  thus  remember,  thee. 

3  Gethsemane  can  I  forget  ? 

Or  there  thy  conflict  see, 
Thine  agony  and  bloody  sweat — 
And  not  remember  thee  ? 

4  When  to  the  cross  I  turn  my  eyes, 

And  rest  on  Calvary, 
O  Lamb  of  God !  my  Sacrifice, 
I  must  remember  thee ! 

5  Remember  thee,  and  all  thy  pains, 

And  all  thy  love  to  me — 
Tea,  while  a  breath,  a  pulse  remains 
Will  I  remember  thee ! 

6  And  when  these  failing  lips  grow  dumb, 

And  mind  and  memory  flee, 
When  thou  shalt  in  thy  kingdom  come, 
Jesus,  remember  me ! 


f\f)Q.    "I abhor  myself,  and  repent  in  dust 
UUO.  and  ashes.'' 

1  Dear  Saviour,  when  my  thoughts  recall 

The  wonders  of  thy  grace, 
Low  at  thy  feet,  ashamed  I  fall, 
And  hide  this  wretched  face. 

2  Shall  love  like  thine  be  thus  repaid  ? 

Ah,  vile,  ungrateful  heart ! 
By  earth's  low  cares  so  oft  betrayed 
From  Jesus  to  depart. 
B  But  he,  for  his  own  mercy's  sake, 
My  wandering  soul  restores ; 


He  bids  the  mourning  heart  partake 
The  pardon  it  implores. 

4  Oh,  while  I  breathe  to  thee,  my  Lord, 

The  deep,  repentant  sigh, 
Confirm  the  kind,  forgiving  word, 
With  pity  in  thine  eye ! 

5  Then  shall  the  mourner  at  thy  feet 

Rejoice  to  seek  tlvy  face  ; 
And,  grateful,  own  how  kind,  how  sweet 
Thy  condescending  grace ! 


"  Oh,  that  I  were  as  in  months  past . 
Job  29 :  2. 


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1  Sweet  was  the  time  when  first  I  felt 

The  Saviour's  pardoning  blood 
Applied  to  cleanse  my  soul  from  guilt, 
And  bring  me  home  to  God. 

2  Soon  as  the  morn  the  light  revealed, 

His  praises  tuned  my  tongue ; 
And,  when  the  evening  shade  prevailed, 
His  love  was  all  my  song. 

3  In  prayer,  my  soul  drew  near  the  Lord, 

And  saw  his  glory  shine ; 
And  when  I  read  his  holy  word, 
I  called  each  promise  mine. 

4  But  now,  when  evening  shade  prevails, 

My  soul  in  darkness  mourns ; 
And  when  the  morn  the  light  reveals, 
No  light  to  me  returns. 

5  Rise,  Saviour !  help  me  to  prevail, 

And  make  my  soul  thy  care ; 
I  know  thy  mercy  can  not  fail ; 
Let  me  that  mercy  share. 

Doxology. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

One  God,  whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory  as  it  was,  is  now, 

And  shall  be  evermore  ! 


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-LU-L-  sins."— Psalin  103. 

1  My  soul,  repeat  his  praise, 

Whose  mercies  are  so  great ; 
Whose  anger  is  so  slow  to  rise, 
So  ready  to  abate. 

2  God  will  not  always  chide ; 

And  when  his  wrath  is  felt, 
Its  strokes  are  fewer  than  our  crimes, 
And  lighter  than  our  guilt. 

3  His  power  subdues  our  sins, 

And  his  forgiving  love, 
Far  as  the  east  is  from  the  west 
Doth  all  our  guilt  remove. 

4  High  as  the  heavens  are  raised 

Above  the  ground  we  tread, 
So  far  the  riches  of  his  grace 
Our  highest  thoughts  exceed. 


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TJie  Bible  above  Nature. — Psalm  19. 


1  Behold,  the  morning  sun 

Begins  his  glorious  way  ; 
His  beams  through  all  the  nations  run, 
And  life  and  light  convey. 

2  Bnt  where  the  Gospel  comes, 

It  spreads  diviner  light ; 
It  calls  dead  sinners  from  their  tombs, 
And  gives  the  blind  their  sight. 

3  Thv  laws  are  just  and  pure, 

Thy  truth  without  deceit ; 
Thy  promises  for  ever  sure, 
And  thy  rewards  are  great. 

4  My  gracious  God,  how  plain 

Are  thy  directions  given  ! 
Oh,  may  I  never  read  in  vain, 
But  find  the  path  to  heaven ! 


A  QQ      «  Tlie  law  of  the  lord  is  perfect:' 
^O^.  Psalm  10. 

1  How  perfect  is  thy  word, 

And  all  thy  judgments  just ; 
For  ever  sure  thy  promise,  Lord, 
And  men  securely  trust. 

2  I  hear  thy  word  with  love, 

And  I  would  fain  obey  ; 
Send  thy  good  Spirit  from  above, 
To  guide  me,  lest  I  stray. 

3  Warn  me  of  every  sin ; 

Forgive  my  secret  faults ; 
And  cleanse  this  guilty  soul  of  mine, 
Whose  crimes  exceed  my  thoughts. 

4  While,  with  my  heart  and  tongue, 

I  spread  thy  praise  abroad ; 
Accept  the  worship  and  the  song, 
My  Saviour  and  my  God. 

O  O .        "So  run  that  ?/a  may  obtain." 

1  My  soul,  it  is  thy  God 

Who  calls  thee  by  his  grace ; 
Now  loose  thee  from  each  cumbering 
load, 
And  bend  thee  to  the  race. 

3  Make  thy  salvation  sure ; . 
All  sloth  and  slumber  shun ; 
Nor  dare  a  moment  rest  secure, 
Till  thou  the  goal  hast  won. 

3  Thy  crown  of  life  hold  fast ; 

Thy  heart  with  courage  stay; 
Nor  let  one  trembling  glance'be  cast 
Along  the  backward  way. 

4  Thy  path  ascends  the  skies, 

With  conquering  footsteps  bright ; 
And  thou  shalt  win  and  wear  the  prizo 
In  everlasting  light. 


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•i  Nor  earth,  nor  all  the  sky, 
Can  one  delight  afford — 
No,  not  a  drop  of  real  joy — 
Without  thy  presence,  Lord. 

5  Thou  art  the  sea  of  love, 

Where  all  my  pleasures  roll ; 
The  circle  where  my  passions  move, 
And  center  of  my  soul. 


K"7Q      Joy  over  the  returning  Prodigal. 
°  *  &•  Luke  15  :  7. 

1  Hark!  through  the  courts  of  heaven 
Angelic  voices  sound : 
He  that  was  dead  now  lives  again ; 
He  that  was  lost  is  found. 


2  God  of  unfailing  grace, 

Send  down  thy  Spirit  now; 
Oh,  raise  the  lowly  soul  to  hope, 
And  make  the  lofty  bow. 

3  In  countries  far  from  home, 

On  earthly  husks  who  feed, 
Back  to  their  Father's  house,  O  Lord, 
Their  wandering  footsteps  lead. 

4  Then  at  each  soul's  return, 

The  heavenly  harp  shall  sound : 
He  that  was  dead  now  lives  again ; 
He  that  was  lost  is  found ! 


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God  All  and  in  All. 


1  My  God,  my  Life,  my  Love, 
To  thee,  to  thee  I  call ; 
I  can  not  live  if  thou  remove, 
For  thou  art  all  in  all. 


2  To  thee,  and  thee  alone, 

The  angels  owe  their  bliss : 
They  sit  around  thy  gracious  throne 
And  dwell  where  Jesus  is. 


8  Not  all  the  harps  above 

Can  make  a  heavenly  place, 
If  God  his  residence  remove, 
Or  but  conceal  his  face. 


Having  all  in  Christ—  Psalm  31. 


762. 


1  My  spirit  on  thy  care, 

Blest  Saviour,  I  recline ; 
Thou  wilt  not  leave  me  to  despair, 
For  thou  art  love  divine. 

3  In  thee  I  place  my  trust ; 
On  thee  I  calmly  rest : 
I  know  thee  good,  I  know  thee  just, 
And  count  thy  choice  the  best. 

3  Whate'er  events  betide, 

Thy  will  they  all  perform  ; 
Safe  in  thy  breast  my  head  I  hide, 
Nor  fear  the  coming  storm. 

4  Let  good  or  ill  befall, 

It  must  be  good  for  me— 
Secure  of  having  thee  in  all, 
Of  having  all  in  thee. 


Doxology. 

The  Father  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit  we  adore  ; 
We  praise,  we  bless,  we  worship  theej 

Both  now  and  evermore. 


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OU4:.  k  y/i6  darkness  is  past.''— I  John  2  :  S. 

1  'T  is  past — the  dark  and  dreary  night, 

And,  Lord,  we  hail  thee  now, 
Our  Morning  Star,  without  a  cloud 

Of  sadness  on  thy  brow. 
The  path  on  earth,  the  cross,  the  grave, 

Thy  sorrows  all  are  o'er ; 
And  oh, sweet  thoughtlthyeye  shall  weep, 

Thy  heart  shall  bleed,  no  more. 

2  Deep  were  those  sorrows — deeper  still 

The  love  that  brought  thee  low ; 
That  bade  the  streams  of  life  from  thee, 

A  willing  victim,  flow. 
The  soldier,  as  he  pierced  thee,  proved 

Man's  hatred,  Lord,  to  thee; 
While  in  the  blood  that  stained  the  spear, 

Love,  only  love,  we  see. 

3  Drawn  from  thy  pierced  and  bleeding  side 

That  pure  and  cleansing  flood 
Speaks  peace  to  every  heart  that  knows 

The  virtues  of  thy  blood. 
Yes,  't  is  not  that  we  know  the  joy 

Of  canceled  sin  alone, 
But,  happier  far,  thy  saints  are  called, 

To  share  thy  glorious  throne. 

4  So  closely  are  we  linked  in  love, 

So  wholly  one  with  thee, 
That  all  thy  bliss  and  glory  then 

Our  bright  reward  shall  be. 
Yes,  when  the  storm  of  life  is  calmed, 

The  weary  desert  passed, 
Our  way-worn  hearts  shall  find  in  thee 

Their  full  repose  at  last. 


Memory  of  Christ's  Love  precious. 
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692. 


1  My  blessed  Saviour,  is  thy  love 
So  great,  so  full,  so  free? 


Behold !  I  p;:ve  my  love,  my  heart, 
My  life,  my  all,  to  thee. 

2  I  love  thee  for  the  glorious  worth 

In  thy  great  self  I  see ; 
I  love  thee  for  that  shameful  cross 
Thou  hast  endured  for  me. 

3  No  man  of  greater  love  can  boast 

Than  for  his  friend  to  die  ; 
But  for  thy  foes,  Lord,  thou  wast  slain: 
What  love  with  thine  can  vie  ! 
•i  Though  in  the  very  form  of  God, 
With  heavenly  glory  crowned, 
Thou  wouldst  partake  of  human  flesh 
Beset  with  troubles  round. 

5  Thou  wouldst, likewretchedman,be  made 

In  every  thing  but  sin  ; 
That  we  as  like  thee  might  become, 
As  we  unlike  have  been. 

6  O  Lord,  I  '11  treasure  in  my  soul 

The  memory  of  thy  love ; 
And  thy  dear  name  shall  still  to  me 
A  grateful  odor  prove. 


o2i  (  .        '■'•Make  Tliy  pleasure  mine." 

1  O  Lord,  my  best  desire  fulfill, 

And  help  me  to  resign 
Life,  health,  and  comfort  to  thy  will, 
And  make  thy  pleasure  mine. 

2  Why  should  I  shrink  at  thy  command, 

Whose  love  forbids  my  fears  S 
Or  tremble  at  the  gracious  hand 
That  wipes  away  my  tears  'i 

3  No :  rather  let  me  freely  yield 

What  most  I  prize  to  thee, 
Who  never  hast  a  good  withheld, 
Or  wilt  withhold,  from  me. 


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4  Thy  favor,  all  my  journey  through 

Thou  art  engaged  to  grant : 
What  else  I  want,  or  think  I  do, 
'T  is  better  still  to  want. 

5  Wisdom  and  mercv  guide  my  way : 

Shall  I  resist  them  both? 
A  poor,  blind  creature  of  a  day, 
And  crushed  before  the  moth ! 

6  But  ah !  my  inward  spirit  cries, 

Still  bind  me  to  thy  sway ; 
Else  the  next  cloud  that  vails  my  skies 
Drives  all  these  thoughts  away. 


931, 


"I welcome  all  Tliy  sovereign  trill." 


1  My  God !  the  covenant  of  thy  love 

Abides  for  ever  sure; 
And  in  its  matchless  grace  I  feel 
My  happiness  secure. 

2  Since  thou,  the  everlasting  God, 

My  Father  art  become, 
Jesus  my  Guardian  and  my  Friend, 
And  heaven  my  final  home, — 

3  I  welcome  all  thy  sovereign  will, 

For  all  that  will  is  love ; 
And  when  I  know  not  what  thou  dost, 
I  wait  the  light  above. 

4  Thy  covenant  in  the  darkest  gloom 

Shall  heavenly  rays  impart, 
And  when  my  eyelids  close  in  death, 
Sustain  my  fainting  heart. 


0^4-    "^i6  Lord  gave  and  the  Lord  hath 
°  ott*  taken  away."— Job  1 :  21. 

1  It  is  the  Lord,— enthroned  in  light, 
Whose  claims  are  all  divine, 


Who  hath  an  undisputed  right 
To  govern  me  and  mine. 

2  It  is  the  Lord — who  gives  me  all, 

My  wealth,  my  friends,  my  ease; 
And" of  his  bounties  may  recall 
Whatever  part  he  please. 

3  It  is  the  Lord,  my  covenant  God,— 

Thrice  blessed  be  his  name, — 
Whose  gracious  promise,sealed  with  blood, 
Must  ever  be  the  same. 

4  Can  I,  with  hopes  so  firmly  built, 

Be  sullen,  or  repine  ? 
No  :  gracious  God !  take  what  thou  wilt ; 
To  thee  I  all  resign. 


974, 


Tlie  hidden  life  of  the  Christian. 


1  Oh,  happy  soul,  that  lives  on  high, 

While  men  lie  groveling  here  I 
His  hopes  are  fixed  above"  the  sky, 
And  faith  forbids  his  fear. 

2  His  conscience  knows  no  secret  stings, 

While  peace  and  joy  combine 
To  form  a  life,  whose"  holy  springs 
Are  hidden  and  divine. 

3  He  waits  in  secret  on  his  God; 

His  God  in  secret  sees  : 
Let  earth  be  all  in  arms  abroad  ; 
He  dwells  in  heavenly  peace. 

4  His  pleasures  rise  from  things  unseen, 

Beyond  this  world  of  time, 
Where  neither  eyes  nor  ears  have  been, 
Nor  thoughts  of  mortals  climb. 

5  He  wants  no  pomp  nor  royal  throne 

To  raise  his  honor  here  : 
Content  and  pleased  to  live  unknown, 
Till  Christ  his  life  appear. 


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U  0 1 .  '■'Draw  us,  and  we  tcill  run  after  Tliee." 

1  Along  my  earthly  way, 

How  many  clouds  arc  spread  ! 
Darkness,  with  scarce  one  cheerful  ray, 
Seems  gathering  o'er  my  head. 

2  Yet,Father,  thou  art  Love  ; 

Oh,  hide  not  from  my  view ! 
But  when  I  look,  in  prayer,  ahove, 
Appear  in  mercy  through ! 

3  My  pathway  is  not  hid ; 

Thou  knowest  all  my  need ; 

And  I.  would  do  as  Israel  did, — 

Follow  where  thou  wilt  lead. 

4  Lead  me,  and  then  my  feet 

Shall  never,  never  stray ; 
But  safely  I  shall  reach  the  seat 
Of  happiness  and  day. 

5  And,  oh  !  from  that  bright  throne 

I  shall  look  back,  and  see, — 

The  path  I  went,  and  that  alone 

Was  the  right  path  for  me. 


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1  Oh,  arm  me  with  the  mind, 

Saviour,  that  was  in  thee ! 
And  let  my  fervid  zeal  be  joined 
With  perfect  charity. 

2  Control  my  every  thought ; 

And  all  my  sin  remove ; 
Let  all  my  works  in  thee  be  wrought ; 
Let  all  be  wrought  in  love. 

8  Lord,  do  not  let  me  trust 
In  any  arm  but  thine ! 
Humble,  oh !  humble  to  the  dust 
This  stubborn  soul  of  mine. 


4  Help  me  to  love  like  thee, 

In  all  thy  footsteps  tread: 
Thou  hatest  all  iniquity, 
But  nothing  thou  hast  made. 

5  Oh,  may  I  learn  the  art 

With  meekness  to  reprove ; 
To  hate  the  sin  with  all  my  heart, 
But  still  the  sinner  love  ! 

0  O  JL .     Call  to  Renewal  of  Covenant. 

1  Come  ye  that  fear  the  Lord, 

And  love  him  while  ye  fear ; 
Come,  and  with  heart  and  hand  record 
Your  vow  and  covenant  here. 

2  Here  to  his  altar  brought, 

Your  holy  vows  renew, 
To  be,  in  word,  and  deed,  and  thought, 
Faithful  to  him  and  true. 

3  And  true  and  faithful  he 

To  you  will  ever  prove, 
Though  hills  were  swept  into  the  sea, 
And  mountains  should  remove. 

4  Then  be  his  law  our  choice, 

The  joy  of  young  and  old, 
As  sheep"that  hear  their  shepherd's  voic* 
And  follow  to  the  fold. 

5  So  shall  his  staff  and  rod 

Conduct  us  and  defend : 
God  is  a  covenant-keeping  God, 
And  loves  unto  the  end. 


876.    Doing  all  things  to  God's  glory, 

1  Teach  me,  my  God  and  King, 
In  all  things  thee  to  see ; 
And  what  I  do  in  any  thing, 
To  do  it  as  for  thee ! 


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2  To  scorn  the  senses'  sway, 
While  still  to  thee  I  tend ; 
In  all  I  do,  be  thou  the  way, 
In  all,  be  thou  the  end. 


3  All  may  of  thee  partake  ; 
Nothing  so  small  can  be 
But  draws,  when  acted  for  thy  sake, 
Greatness  and  worth  from  thee. 


4  If  done  beneath  thy  laws, 
Ev'n  servile  labors  shine ; 
Hallowed  is  toil,  if  this  the  cause  ; 
The  meanest  work,  divine. 


J.U  JO.  "  Good  tidings  of  great  joy? 
1  Saviour  !  what  gracious  words 

Are  ever,  ever  thine  ! 
Thy  voice  is  music  to  the  soul, 

And  life  and  peace  divine. 


2  Good,  everlasting  good — 

Glad  tidings,  full  of  joy, 
Flow  from  thy  lips,  the  lips  of  truth, 
And  flow  without  alloy. 

3  The  broken  heart,  the  poor, 

The  bruised,  the  deaf,  the  blind, 
The  dumb,  the  dead,  the  captive  wretch, 
In  thee  compassion  And. 

4  Lord  Jesus !  speed  the  day — 

The  promised  day  of  grace 
To  all  the  poor,  the  dumb,  the  deaf, 
The  dead  of  Adam's  race. 

Doxologt. 

The  Father  and  the  Son 

And  Spirit  we  adore ; 
We  praise,  we  bless,  we  worship  thee, 

Both  now  and  evermore ! 


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±00.  lordr— Job  11:  7,8. 

1  What  finite  power,  with  ceaseless  toil, 

Can  fathom  the  eternal  Mind  ? 
Or  who  th'  almighty  Three  in  One, 
By  searching,  to  perfection  find  ? 

2  Angels  and  men  in  vain  may  raise, 

Harmonious,  their  adoring  songs  : 
The  laboring  thought  sinks  down  op- 
pressed, 
And  praises  die  upon  their  tongues. 

3  Tet  would  I  lift  my  trembling  voice, 

A  portion  of  his  ways  to  sing  ; 
And,  mingling  with  his  meanest  works, 
My  humble,  grateful  tribute  bring. 

2.  ?j4  .      The  Mystery  of  Providence. 

1  Lord,  how  mysterious  are  thy  ways ! 
How  blind  are  we  !  how  mean  our  praise ! 
Thy  steps  can  mortal  eyes  explore  ? 
'T  is  ours  to  wonder  and  adore. 

2  Thy  deep  decrees  from  our  dim  sight 
Are  hid  in  shades  of  awful  night ; 
Amid  the  lines,  with  curious  eye, 
Not  angel  minds  presume  to  pry. 

3  Great  God !  I  would  not  ask  to  see 
What  in  my  coming  life  shall  be  ; 
Enough  for  me  if  love  divine, 
At  length,  thro'  every  cloud  shall  shine. 

i  Are  darkness  and  distress  my  share  ? 
Then  let  me  trust  thy  guardian  care ; 
If  light  and  bliss  attend  my  days, 
Then  let  my  future  hours  be  praise. 

5  Tet  this  my  soul  desires  to  know, 
Be  this  my  only  wish  below, 
That  Christ  be  mine ; — this  great  request 
Grant,  bounteous  God,  and  I  am  blest! 


t)40.  One  Thing  needful. 

1  Why  will  ye  waste  on  trifling  cares 
That  life  which  God's  compassion  spares  ? 
While,  in  the  various  range  of  thought, 
The  one  thing  needful  is  forgot  ? 

2  Shall  God  invite  3'ou  from  above  ? 
Shall  Jesus  urge  his  dying  love  ? 

Shall  troubled  conscience  give  you  pain  ? 
And  all  these  pleas  unite  in  vain  ? 

3  Not  so  your  eyes  will  always  view 
Those  objects  which  you  now  pursue  ; 
Not  so  will  heaven  and  hell  appear, 
When  death's  decisive  hour  is  near. 

4  Almighty  God  !  thy  grace  impart ; 
Fix  deep  conviction  on  each  heart : 
Nor  let  us  waste  on  trifling  cares 
That  life  which  thy  compassion  spares. 


C1Q     The  Hiding  of  GocTs  Countenance. 
u-Lc/«  Psalm  13. 

lHow  long,  O  Lord,  shall  I  complain, 
Like  one  who  seeks  his  God  in  vain  ? 
Still  shall  my  soul  thine  absence  mourn, 
And  still  despair  of  thy  return  ? 

2  Hear,  Lord  !  and  grant  me  quick  relief, 
Before  my  death  conclude  my  grief: 
If  thou  withhold  thy  heavenly  light, 
I  sleep  in  everlasting  night. 

3  How  will  the  powers  of  darkness  boast, 
If  but  one  praying  soul  be  lost ! 
But  I  have  trusted  in  thy  grace, 
And  shall  again  behold  thy  face. 

4  Whatever  my  fears  or  foes  suggest, 
Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest : 
My  heart  shall  feel  thy  love,  and  raise 

I    My  cheerful  voice  to  songs  of  praise. 


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1  A  4     God's  Eternity,  and  ifntCs  Mortality. 
J-**.  Psalm  90. 

1  Through  every  age,  eternal  God, 
Thou  art  our  rest,  our  safe  abode  : 
High  was  thy  throne  ere  heaven  was 

made, 
Or  earth  thy  humble  footstool  laid. 

2  Lone:  hadst  thou  reigned  ere  time  began, 
Or  dust  was  fashioned  into  man  ; 

And  loug  thy  kingdom  shall  endure, 
When  earth  and  time  shall  be  no  more. 

3  But  man,  weak  man,  is  born  to  die, 
Made  up  of  guilt  and  vanity: 

Thy  dreadful  sentence,  Lord,  was  just — 
"Return,  ye  sinners,  to  your  dust." 

4  Death,  like  an  overflowing  stream, 
Sweeps  us  away :  our  life  's  a  dream — 
An  empty  tale — a  morning  flower, 
Cut  down  and  withered  in  an  hour! 

5  Teach  us,  O  Lord,  how  frail  is  man  ; 
And  kindly  lengthen  out  our  span, 
Till,  by  thy  grace,  we  all  may  be 
Prepared  to  die  and  dwell  with  thee. 


Q 1  (\     Hope  through  the  Sorrow*  of  C7trist. 
°1U-  Psalm  69. 

1  Deep  in  our  hearts  let  us  record 
The  deeper  sorrows  of  our  Lord ; 
Behold  the  rising  billows  roll, 
To  overwhelm  his  holy  soul ! 

2  Yet,  gracious  God,  thy  power  and  love 
Have  made  the  curse  a  blessing  prove  : 
Those  dreadful  sufferings  of  thy  Son 
Atoned  for  crimes  which  we  have  done 

3  Oh,  for  his  sake,  our  guilt  forgive, 
And  let  the  mourning  sinner  live ! 
The  Lord  will  hear  us  in  his  name, 
Nor  ihail  ou  •  hone  be  turned  to  shame. 

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OVO.  Psalm  51. 

1  Oh,  turn,  great  Ruler  of  the  skies! 
Turn  from  my  sin  thy  searching  eyes  ; 
Nor  let  th'  offenses  of  my  hand 
Within  thy  book  recorded  stand. 

2  Give  me  a  will  to  thine  subdued, — 
A  conscience  pure,  a  soul  renewed; 
Nor  let  me,  wrapt  in  endless  gloom, 
An  outcast  from  thy  presence  roam. 

3  Oh,  let  thy  Spirit  to  my  heart 

Once  more  its  quickening  aid  impart ; 
My  mind  from  every  fear  release, 
And  soothe  my  troubled  thoughts  to 
peace. 

mO  "Lord,  make  me,  to  know  the  measure 
«•  of  my  days.'—  Psalm  39. 

1  Almighty  Maker  of  my  frame, 

Teach  me  the  measure  of  my  days  ; 
Teach  me  to  know  how  frail  I  am, 
And  spend  the  remnant  to  thy  praise. 

2  My  days  are  shorter  than  a  span, 

A  little  point  m}T  life  appears  ; 
How  frail  at  best  is  dying  man  ! 
How  vain  are  all  his  hopes  and  fears  ! 

3  Oh,  spare  me,  and  my  strength  restore, 

Ere  my  few  hasty  minutes  flee ! 

And  when  my  days  on  earth  are  o'er, 

Let  me  for  ever  dwell  with  thee. 

4  Oh,  be  that  noble  portion  mine! 

My  God,  I  bow  before  thy  throne ; 
Earth's  fleeting  treasures  I  resign, 
And  flx  my  hopes  on  thee  alone. 

Doxologt. 
Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow! 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below! 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ! 
Praise  Father,  Sou,  and  Holy  Ghost ! 


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000  u  To  heaven  I  lift  mv  waiting  eyes." 
*° '*-  Psalm  121. 

1  To  heaven  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes : 

There  all  my  hopes  are  laicf : 
The  Lord  that  built  the  earth  and  skies 
Is  my  perpetual  aid. 

2  Their  steadfast  feet  shall  never  fall 

Whom  he  designs  to  keep  ; 
His  ear  attends  the  softest  call, 
His  eyes  can  never  sleep. 

3  Israel,  rejoice,  and  rest  secure  ; 

Thy  keeper  is  the  Lord  : 
His  wakeful  eyes  employ  his  power 
For  thine  eternal  guard. 

4  He  guards  thy  soul,  he  keeps  thy  breath, 

W  here  thickest  dangers  come  ; 
Go  and  return,  secure  from  death, 
Till  God  commands  thee  home. 

0  /  /  .  "Oh  for  a  lately,  contrite  heart." 

1  On  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God ! 

A  heart  from  sin  set  free  ; 
A  heart  that 's  sprinkled  with  the  blood 
So  freely  shed  for  me  ; — 

2  A  heart  resigned;  submissive,  meek, 

My  dear  Redeemer's  throne ; 
Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone. 

3  Oh  for  a  lowly,  contrite  heart, 

Believing,  true,  and  clean ; 
Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
From  him  that  dwells  within ! 

4  Thy  nature,  gracious  Lord,  impart ; 

Come  quickly  from  above ; 
Write  thy  new  name  upon  my  heart, 
Thy  new,  best  name  of  Love. 

Ooy.  Christ  loved  Unseen.— \  Peter  1 :  S. 
1  Jesus,  these  eyes  have  never  seen 
That  radiant  form  of  thine  ! 


The  vail  of  sense  hangs  dark  between 
Thy  blessed  face  and  mine  ! 

2  I  see  thee  not,  I  hear  thee  not, 

Yet  art  thou  oft  with  me  ; 
And  earth  hath  ne'er  so  dear  a  spot, 
As  where  I  meet  with  thee. 

3  Like  some  bright  dream  that  comes  un- 

sought, 
When  slumbers  o'er  me  roll, 
Thine  image  ever  nils  my  thought, 
And  charms  m}'  ravished  soul. 

4  Yet  though  I  have  not  seen,  and  still 

Must  rest  in  faith  alone : 
I  love  thee,  dearest  Lord ! — and  will, 
Unseen,  but  not  Unknown. 

5  When  death  these  mortal  eyes  shall  seal, 

And  still  this  throbbing  heart, 
The  rending  vail  shall  thee  reveal, 
All  glorious  as  thou  art ! 

Dt/U  .     Loving  Obedience  to  Christ. 

1  I  would  not  wish  to  dwell  on  earth, 

Though  earth  were  all  my  own, 
And  mortal  men  should  homage  yield 
To  me,  and  me  alone. 

2  I  would  not  wish  in  heaven  to  dwell, 

And  like  a  seraph  shine  ; 
Though  bliss  is  there,  without  a  tear, 
And  all  that  bliss  were  mine. 

3  But  I  would  dwell  where  most  I  may 

Fulfill  my  Saviour's  will ; 
My  only  wish,  in  life,  in  death, 
To  glorify  him  still. 

4  While  action  may  his  praise  reveal, 

My  cheerful  act  I  'd  pay ; 
When  suffering  best  may  please  my  Lord, 
By  suffering  I  'd  obey. 

5  It  is  not  place — above,  below — 

My  bliss,  my  heaven  can  be ; 


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To  live  for  him  who  died  for  man — 
Oh,  that  is  life  to  me  ! 

4  O  u.  ,;  Elect,  precious'''' 

1  Jesus!  1  love  thy  charming  name; 

T  is  music  to  mine  ear  : 
Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud, 
That  eartli  and  heaven  should  hear. 

2  All  that  my  loftiest  powers  can  wish, 

In  thee  doth  richly  meet ; 
Not  to  mine  eyes  is  light  so  dear, 
Nor  friendship  half  so  sweet. 

3  Thy  grace  still  dwells  upon  my  heart, 

And  sheds  its  fragrance  there — 
The  noblest  balm  of  all  my  wounds, 
The  cordial  of  my  care. 

4  I  '11  speak  the  honors  of  thy  name 

With  my  last  laboring  breath ; 
Then,speechless,clasp  thee  in  mine  arms, 
The  Conqueror  of  death. 

7  U  7 .  Living  with  Christ. 

\  Oh,  could  I  find,  from  day  to  day, 
A  nearness  to  my  God ! 
Then  should  my  hours  glide  sweet  away, 
While  leaning  on  his  word. 

2  Lord,  I  desire  with  thee  to  live 

Anew  from  day  to  day  ; 
In  joys  the  world  can  never  give, 
Nor  ever  take  away. 

3  Blest  Jesus !  come  and  rule  my  heart, 

And  make  me  wholly  thine, 

That  I  may  never  more  depart, 

Nor  grieve  thy  love  divine. 

4  Thus,  till  my  last,  expiring  breath, 

Thy  goodness  I'll  adore; 
And  when  my  frame  dissolves  in  death, 
My  soul  shall  love  thee  more. 


770    "Lord,  I  believe;  help  Tlwumine 
1  *  J'  unbelief."— Mark  9:  24. 

1  Lord,  I  believe ;  thy  power  I  own, 

Thy  word  I  would  obey ; 
1  wander  comfortless  and  lone, 
When  from  thy  truth  I  stray. 

2  Lord,  I  believe ;  but  gloomy  fears 

Sometimes  bedim  my  sight ; 
I  look  to  thee  with  prayers  and  tears, 
And  cry  for  strength  and  light. 

3  Lord,  I  believe  ;  but  oft  I  know, 

My  faith  is  cold  and  weak  ; 
My  weakness  strengthen,  and  bestow 
The  confidence  I  seek! 

4  Yes !  I  believe ;  and  only  thou 

Canst  give  my  soul  relief: 
Lord!  to  thy  truth  my  spirit  bow; 
"  Help  thou  mine  unbelief!" 


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1  Oh,  not  to  fill  the  mouth  of  fame 

My  longing  soul  is  stirred : 

Oh,  give  me  a  diviner  name  ! 

Call  me  thy  servant,  Lord ! 

2  No  longer  would  my  soul  be  known 

As  uncontrolled  and  free ; 
Oh,  not  mine  own,  oh,  not  mine  own ! 
Lord,  I  belong  to  thee ! 

3  Thy  servant, — me  thy  servant  choose; 

Naught  of  thy  claim  abate  ! 
The  glorious  name  I  would  not  lose, 
Nor  change  the  sweet  estate. 

4  In  life,  in  death,  on  earth,  in  heaven, 

This  is  the  name  for  me! 
The  same  sweet  style  and  title  given, 
Through  all  eternity. 


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1  Thou  seest  my  feebleness, 

Jesus,  be  thou  my  power, — 

My  help  and  refuge  in  distress, 

My  fortress  and  my  tower. 

2  Give  me  to  trust  in  thee ; 

Be  thou  my  sure  abode  : 
My  horn,  and  rock,  and  buckler  be, 
My  Saviour  and  my  God. 

S  Myself  I  can  not  save, 
Myself  I  can  not  keep ; 
But  strength  in  thee  I  surely  have, 
Whose  eyelids  never  sleep. 

4  My  soul  to  thee  alone, 

Now  therefore  I  commend : 
Lord  Jesus,  love  me  as  thine  own, 
And  love  me  to  the  end. 

526.    Rest  in  God.— Genesis  8  :  9. 

1  Oh,  cease,  my  wandering  soul, 

On  restless  wing  to  roam ; 
All  this  wide  world,  to  either  pole, 
Hath  not  for  thee  a  home. 

2  Behold  the  ark  of  God ! 

Behold  the  open  door! 
Oh,  haste  to  gain  that  dear  abode, 
And  rove,  my  soul,  no  more. 

3  There  safe  thou  shalt  abide, 

There  sweet  shall  be  thy  rest, 
And  every  longing  satisfied, 
With  full  salvation  blest. 

KCQ      "  Lord,  to  whom  shall  we  go  ?" 
«JOO.  John  6:  6S. 

1  Ah  !  what  avails  my  strife, 

My  wandering  to'and  fro  ? 
Thou  hast  the  words  of  endless  life 

Ah !  whither  should  I  go  ? 


2  Thy  condescending  grace 

To  me  did  freely  move ; 
It  calls  me  still  to  seek  thy  face, 
And  stoops  to  ask  my  love. 

3  My  worthless  heart  to  gain, 

The  God  of  all  that  breathe, 
Was  found  in  fashion  as  a  man, 
And  died  a  cursed  death. 

4  And  can  I  yet  delay 

My  little  all  to  give  ? 
To  tear  my  soul  from  earth  away, 
For  Jesus  to  receive  ? 

5  Ah !  no  ;  I  all  forsake, 

I  all  to  thee  resign  : 
Gracious  Redeemer,  take,  oh,  take, 
And  seal  me  ever  thine  ! 

496.     "  Where  shall  rest  be  found  f" 

1  Oh,  where  shall  rest  be  found — 

Rest  for  the  weary  soul  ? 
'T  were  vain  the  ocean  depths  to  sound, 
Or  pierce  to  either  pole. 

2  The  world  can  never  give 

The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh : 
'Tis  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live, 
Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 

3  Beyond  this  vale  of  tears 

There  is  a  life  above, 
Unmeasured  by  the  flight  of  years ; 
And  all  that  life  is  love. 

4  There  is  a  death  whose  pang 

Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath  : 
Oh,  what  eternal  horrors  hang 
Around  the  second  death ! 

5  Lord  God  of  truth  and  grace, 

Teach  us  that  death  to  shun  ; 
Lest  we  be  banished  from  thy  face, 
And  evermore  undone. 


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1  Still  wilt  thou,  Lord,  be  found? 

And  may  I  still  draw  near  ? 
Then  listen  to  the  plaintive  sound — 
A  sinner's  earnest  prayer. 

2  Jesus,  thine  aid  afford, 

For  still  the  same  thou  art ; 
To  thee  I  look,  to  thee,  my  Lord, 
Lift  up  a  helpless  heart. 

5  Though  late,  I  all  forsake  ; 

My  friends,  my  life  resign : 
Gracious  Redeemer,  take,  oh,  take, 
And  seal  me  ever  thine ! 

4  0  my  offended  Lord ! 

Restore  my  inward  peace : 
I  know  thou  canst — pronounce  the  word, 
And  bid  the  tempest  cease. 

6  I  yield  to  thy  control ; 

Thou  my  Redeemer  art : 
Enter  and  calm  my  troubled  soul, 
And  soothe  my  bleeding  heart. 


llUU."  Our  days  are  as  an  hand -breadth." 

1  My  few  revolving  years, 

How  swift  they  glide  away  ! 
How  short  the  term  of  life  appears, 
When  past — but  as  a  day  ! — 

2  A  dark  and  cloudy  day, 

Made  up  of  grief  and  sin  ; 
A  host  of  enemies  without, 
Of  guilty  fears  within. 

3  Lord,  through  another  year, 

If  thou  permit  my  stay, 
With  watchful  care  may  I  pursue 
The  true  and  living  way  I 


Doxologt. 

The  Father  and  the  Son 

And  Spirit  we  adore ; 
We  praise,  we  bless,  we  worship  thee, 

Both  now  and  evermore ! 


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1  Hear  me,  O  God,  nor  hide  thy  face, 

But  answer,  lest  I  die ! 
Hast  thou  not  built  a  throne  of  grace, 
To  hear  when  sinners  cry  ? 

2  As  on  some  lonely  building's  top 

The  sparrow  tells  her  moan, 
Far  from  the  tents  of  joy  and  hope, 
I  sit  and  grieve  alone. 

3  But  thou  for  ever  art  the  same, 

O  my  Eternal  God  ! 
Ages  to  come  shall  know  thy  name, 
And  spread  thy  works  abroad. 

4  Thou  wilt  arise,  and  show  thy  face, 

Nor  will  my  Lord  delay, 
Beyond  th'  appointed  hour  of  grace, 
That  long  expected  day. 

5  lie  hears  his  saints,  he  knows  their  cry; 

And  by  n^sterious  ways 
Redeems  the  prisoners  doomed  to  die, 
And  tills  their  tongues  with  p raise. 

(joi).  Wanderings  from  God. 

1  How  oft,  alas !  this  wretched  heart 

Has  wandered  from  the  Lord  ! 
How  oft  my  roving  thoughts  depart, 
Forgetful  of  his  word ! 

2  Yet  sovereign  mercy  calls — "Return  !" 

Dear  Lord,  and  may  I  come  ? 
My  vile  ingratitude  I  mourn : 
Oh,  take~tke  wanderer  home  ? 

3  And  canst  thou, — wilt  thou  yei  forgive, 

And  bid  my  crimes  remove  ? 
And  shall  a  pardoned  rebel  live, 
To  speak  thy  wondrous  love  ? 

4  Almighty  grace,  thy  healing  power, 

How  glorious,  how  divine ! 
That  can  to  life  and  bliss  restore 
A  heart  so  vile  as  mine. 


5  Thy  pardoning  love,  so  free,  so  sweet, 
Dear  Saviour,  I  adore  ; 
Oh,  keep  me  at  thy  sacred  feet, 
And  let  me  rove  no  more ! 

1 4  O .         TJie  Shadow  of  the  Cross. 

1  OpPKESs'Dwithnoon-day's  scorchingheat, 

To  yonder  cross  I  flee  ; 
Beneath  its  shelter  take  my  seat : 
No  shade  like  this  for  me ! 

2  Beneath  that  cross  clear  waters  burst — 

A  fountain  sparkling  free  ; 
And  there  I  quench  my  desert  thirst : 
No  spring  like  this  for  me ! 

3  A  stranger  here,  I  pitch  my  tent 

Beneath  this  spreading  tree  ; 
Here  shall  my  pilgrim  life  be  spent : 
No  home  like  this  for  me ! 

4  For  burdened  ones  a  resting-place, 

Beside  that  cross  I  see  ; 

I  here  east  off  my  weariness : 

No  rest  like  this  for  me  ! 

(  74 .      "  Jestis,  Fit  turn  to  Tliee." 

1  Jesus,  in  sickness  and  in  pain, 

Be  near  to  succor  me  ; 
My  sinking  spirit  still  sustain  : 
'To  thee  I  turn,  to  thee. 

2  When  cares  and  sorrows  thicken  round, 

And  nothing  bright  I  see, 
In  thee  alone  can  help  be  found; 
To  thee  I  turn,  to  thee. 

3  Should  strong  temptations  fierce  assail, 

And  Satan  buffet  me, 
Then  in  thy  strength  will  I  prevail, 
While  still  I  turn  to  thee. 

4  Through  all  my  pilgrimage  below, 

Whate'er  my  lot  may  be, 
In  joy  or  sadness,  weal  or  woe, 
Jesus,  I  '11  turn  to  thee. 


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0  J!  1 .  Peace  restored. 

1  Oh  speak  that  gracious  word  again, 

And  cheer  my  broken  heart ! 
No  voice  but  thine  can  soothe  my  pain, 
Or  bid  my  fears  depart. 

2  And  canst  thou  stiil  vouchsafe  to  own 

A  wretch  so  vile  as  I ; 
And  may  I  still  approach  thy  throne, 
And  "Abba,  Father,"  cry? 

S  Oh,  then,  let  saints  and  angels  join, 
And  help  me  to  proclaim 
The  grace  that  healed  a  soul  like  mine, 
And  put  my  foes  to  shame ! 

4  My  Saviour,  by  his  powerful  word, 

Has  turned  my  night  to  day ; 
And  his  salvation's  joy  restored, 
Which  I  had  sinned  away. 

5  Dear  Lord,  I  wonder  and  adore; 

Thy  grace  is  all  divine : 
Oh,  keep  me,  that  I  sin  no  more 
Against  such  love  as  thine ! 


GKK  "  Oh  that  I  knew  where  T  might  Jind 
°°'  Him!"— Job  23:  8,4. 

1  Oh  that  I  knew  the  sacred  place 

Where  I  might  find  my  God  ! 
I  'd  spread  my  wants  before  his  face, 
And  pour  my  woes  abroad. 

2  I  'd  tell  him  how  my  sins  arise, 

What  sorrows  I  sustain ; 
How  grace  decays,  and  comfort  dies, 
And  leaves  my  heart  in  pain. 

3  He  knows  what  arguments  I  'd  take 

To  wrestle  with  my  God : 
I  'd  plead  for  his  own  mercy's  sake — 
I  'd  plead  my  Saviour's  blood. 


4  My  God  will  pity  my  complaints, 

And  drive  my  foes  away ; 
He  knows  the  meaning  of  his  saints 
When  they  in  sorrow  pray. 

5  Arise,  my  soul !  from  deep  distress, 

And  banish  every  fear; 
He  calls  thee  to  his  throne  of  grace, 
To  spread  thy  sorrows  there. 


7    "  0  Lord,  save  me,  and  I  shall  ue 


saved.' 


GOT. 


1  Gkeat  Source  of  boundless  power  and 

grace ! 
Attend  my  mournful  cry ; 
In  hours  of  dark  and  deep  distress, 
To  thee  alone  I  fly. 

2  Thou  art  my  Strength,  my  Life,  my  Stay : 

Assist  my  feeble  trust ; 
Oh,  drive  my  gloomy  fears  away, 
And  raise  me  from  the  dust. 

3  Fain  would  I  call  thy  grace  to  mind, 

And  trust  thy  glorious  name ; 
Jehovah,  powerful,  wise,  and  kind, 
For  ever  is  the  same. 

4  Thy  presence,  Lord,  can  cheer  my  heart, 

When  earthly  comforts  die  ; 
Thy  voice  can  bid  my  pains  depart, 
And  raise  my  pleasures  high. 

5  Here  let  me  rest — on  thee  depend, 

My  God,  my  Hope,  my  All ; 
Be  thou  my  everlasting  Friend, 
And  I  shall  never  fall. 

Doxology. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

One  God,  whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory  as  it  was,  is  now, 

And  shall  be  evermore ! 


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1  Stat,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay  1 

Though  I  have  done  thee  sueh  despite, 
Cast  not  a  sinner  quite  away, 
Nor  take  thine  everlasting  flight. 

2  Though  I  have  most  unfaithful  been 

Of  all  who  e'er  thy  grace  received ; 
Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  seen, 
Ten    thousand   times    thy   goodness 
grieved ; 

3  Yet,  oh,  the  chief  of  sinners  spare, 

In  honor  of  my  Great  High  Priest ! 
Nor,  in  thy  righteous  anger,  swear 
I  shall  not  sec  thy  people's  rest. 

4  O  Lord,  my  weary  soul  release, 

Upraise  me  by  thy  gracious  hand ; 
Guide  me  into  thy  perfect  peace, 
And  bring  me  to  the  promised  land. 

A  00      "  I  teas  sJm  pen  in  iniquity." 
^  J^«  Psalm  51. 

1  Lord,  I  am  vile — conceived  in  sin, 
And  born  unholy  and  unclean  ; 
Sprung  from  the  man  whose  guilty  fall 
Corrupts  the  race,  and  taints  us  all. 

2  Soon  as  we  draw  our  infant  breath, 
The  seeds  of  sin  grow  up  for  death: 
Thy  law  demands  a  perfect  heart ; 
But  we  're  defiled  in  every  part. 

3  Behold,!  fall  before  thy  face ; 
My  only  refuge  is  thy  grace : 
Great  God !  create  my  heart  anew, 
And  form  my  spirit  pure  and  true. 

4  No  bleeding  bird,  nor  bleeding  beast, 
Nor  hyssop  branch,nor  sprinkling  priest, 
Nor  running  book,  nor  flood,  nor  sea, 
Can  wash  the  dismal  stain  away. 

5  Jesus,  my  God !  thy  blood  alone 
Hath  powTSt  sufficient  to  atone ; 


Thy  blood  can  make  me  white  as  snow ; 
No  Jewish  types  could  cleanse  me  so. 
6  Whileguiltdisturbsandbreaks  mypeace, 
Nor  flesh  nor  soul  hath  rest  or  ease  : 
Lord,  let  me  hear  thy  pardoning  voice, 
And  make  my  broken  bones  rejoice. 

a  q  q     "  Tliou  didst  set  them  in  slippery 
*  u  °"  places:'— Psalm  73. 

1  Lord,  what  a  thoughtless  wretch  was  I 

To  mourn,  and  murmur,  and  repine, 
To  see  the  wicked,  placed  on  high. 
In  pride  and  robes  of  honor  shine ! 

2  But  oh,  their  end,  their  dreadful  end ! 

Thy  sanctuary  taught  me  so  : 
On  slippery  rocks  I  see  them  stand, 
And  fiery  billows  roll  below. 

3  Their  fancied  joys— how  fast  they  flee  I 

Just  like  a  dream  when  man  awakes ; 
Their  songs  of  softest  harmony 
Are  but~a  prelude  to  their  plagues. 

4  Now  I  esteem  their  mirth  and  wine 

Too  dear  to  purchase  with  my  blood: 
Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine, 
My  life,  my  portion,  and  my  God. 

!\QA      "  Hide  Tliy  face  from  my  sins."' 
U°^-  Psalm  51. 

1  Have  mercy  on  me,  O  my  God! 

In  loving  kindness  hear  my  prayer ; 
Withdraw  the  terror  of  tlry  rod; 
Lord,  in  thy  tender  mercy,  spare. 

2  Offenses  rise  where'er  I  look, 

But  I  confess  their  guilt  to  thee  : 
Blot  my  transgressions  from  thy  book ; 
Wash  me  from  all  iniquity. 

3  Not  streaming  blood  nor  cleansing  fire 

Thy  seeming  anger  can  appease"; 
Burnt  offerings  thou  dost  not  require, 
Or  gladly  I  would  render  these. 


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4  The  broken  heart  in  sacrifice, 

Alone,  will  thine  acceptance  meet : 
My  heart,  O  God,  do  not  despise, 
Abased  and  contrite  at  thy  feet. 

KQ  A   uS7ioto  pity,  Lord  !  O  Lord.forgive" 
dJ±.  Psalm  5i. 

1  Show  pity,  Lord !  O  Lord,  forgive ; 
Let  a  repenting  rebel  live ; 

Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  thee  ? 

2  My  crimes  are  great,  but  ne'er  surpass 
The  power  and  glory  of  thy  grace : 
Great  God  !  thy  nature  hath  no  bound, 
So  let  thy  pardoning  love  be  found. 

3  Oh,  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin, 
And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean  ! 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  past  offenses  pain  mine  eyes. 

4  My  lips  with  shame  my  sins  confess, 
Against  thy  law,  against  thy  grace  ; 
Lord,  should  thy  judgment  grow  severe, 
I  am  condemned, but  thou  art  clear. 

5  Shouldsudden  vengeance  seize  mybreath, 
I  must  pronounce  thee  just  in  death; 
And  if  my  soul  were  sent  to  hell, 

Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 

6  Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner,  Lord ! 
Whose  hope,  still  hovering  round  thy 

word, 
Wouldlighton  some  sweet  promise  there, 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 


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595. 


1  O  thou  that  hear'st  when  sinners  cry, 
Though  all  my  crimes  before  thee  lie, 
Behold  me  not  with  angry  look, 
But  blot  their  memory  Yrbm  thy  book. 


2  Create  my  nature  pure  within, 
And  form  my  soul  averse  to  sin ; 
Let  thy  good  Spirit  ne'er  depart, 
Nor  hide  thy  presence  from  my  heart. 

3  I  can  not  live  without  thy  light, 

Cast  out  and  banished  from  thy  sight ; 
Thy  holy  joys,  my  God,  restore, 
And  guard  me  that  I  fall  no  more. 

4  Though  I  have  grieved  thy  Spirit,  Lord, 
His  help  and  comfort  still  afford ; 

And  let  a  sinner  seek  thy  throne, 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 


596 


"Restore  unto  vie  tJiejoy    of  Tliy  salva- 
•  tiony— Psalm  51. 


1  A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  King, 
Is  all  the  sacrifice  I  bring  ; 

The  God  of  grace  will  ne'er  despise 
A  broken  heart  for  sacrifice. 

2  My  soul  lies  humbled  in  the  dust, 
And  owns  thy  dreadful  sentence  just ; 
Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
And  save  the  soul  condemned  to  die. 

3  Then  will  I  teach  the  world  thy  ways ; 
Sinners  shall  learn  thy  sovereign  grace: 
I  '11  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  blood, 
And  they  shall  praise  a  pardoning  God, 

4  Oh,  may  thy  love  inspire  my  tongue ! 
Salvation  shall  be  all  my  song ; 

And  all  my  powers  shall  join  to  bless 
The  Lord,"  my  Strength  and  Righteous- 
ness. 

Doxology. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
TheGod  whom  earth  and  heaven  adore, 

Be  glory  as  it  was  of  old, 
Is  now,  and  shall  be  evermore ! 


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1  Spirit  of  power  and  might,  behold 

A  world  by  sin  destroyed ! 
Creator  Spirit,  as  of  old, 
Move  on  the  formless  void. 

2  Give  thou  the  word :  that  healing  sound 

Shall  quell  the  deadly  strife, 
And  earth  again,  like  Eden  crowned, 
Produce  the  tree  of  life. 

3  If  sang  the  morning  stars  for  joy 

When  nature  rose  to  view, 
What  strains  will  angel  harps  employ 
When  thou  shalt  all  renew ! 

4  And  if  the  sous  of  God  rejoice 

To  hear  a  Saviour's  name, 
How  will  the  ransomed  raise  their  voice, 
To  whom  that  Saviour  came ! 

5  Lo !  every  kindred,  tongue,  and  tribe, 

Assembling  round  the  throne, 
The  new  creation  shall  ascribe 
To  sovereign  love  alone. 

909.  "  T7ce  sons  of  God."— Bom.  S  :  19-23. 

1  The  whole  creation  groans  and  waits 

Till  we,  who  love  thee,  Lord, 
Shall  stand  within  thy  temple  gates, 
And  sliine — the  sons  of  God. 

2  The  sons  of  God— how  bright  they  shine ! 

No  mortal  eye  can  see ; 
We,  sinners,  shall  be  made  divine! 
We  shall  be  one  with  thee  ! 

S  One  with  the  Lord  and  all  his  saints ! 
Thy  nature  in  our  own ! 
Thy  crown  our  rich  inheritance ! 
Heirs  to  thy  royal  throne ! 

4  Thy  throne  no  joy  to  us  would  bring, 
If  we  from  thee  were  riven ; 
For  all  our  joy  is  in  our  King, 
And  thou  art  all  our  heaven. 


1000.  "  My  Father,  God? 

1  Lord,  I  address  thy  heavenly  throne ; 

Call  me  a  child  of  thine ; 
Send  down  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son, 
To  form  my  heart  divine. 

2  There  shed  thy  choicest  love  abroad, 

And  make  my  comforts  strong ; 
Then  shall  I  say—"  My  Father,  God," 
With  an  unwavering  tongue. 

1 U  O  O .     n Mark  ye  well  her  bulwarks."" 

1  Oh,  where  are  kings  and  empires  now, 
•   Of  old  that  went  and  came  ? 

But,  Lord,  thy  church  is  praying  yet, 
A  thousand  years  the  same. 

2  We  mark  her  goodly  battlements, 

And  her  foundations  strong; 
We  hear  within  the  solemn  voice 
Of  her  unending  song. 

3  For  not  like  kingdoms  of  the  world 

Thy  holy  church,  O  God! 
Though  earthquake  shocks  are  threat- 
ening her, 
And  tempests  are  abroad ; 

4  Unshaken  as  eternal  hills, 

Immovable  she  stands, 
A  mountain  that  shall  fill  the  earth, 
A  house  not  made  by  hands. 


"  He,  being  dead,  yet  speaketh.n 
Heb.  11. 


1246. 

1  Rise,  0  my  soul,  pursue  the  path 

By  ancient  worthies  trod ; 
Aspiring,  view  those  holy  men, 
Who  lived  and  walked  with  God. 

2  Though  dead,  they  speak  in  reason's  ear, 

And  in  example  live ; 
Their  faith,  and  hope,  and  mighty  deeds 
Still  fresh  instruction  give. 


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blood, 
They  conquered  every  foe ; 
And  to  his  power  and  matchless  grace 
Their  crowns  of  life  they  owe. 

4  Lord !  may  I  ever  keep  in  view 

The  patterns  thou  hast  given, 
And  ne'er  forsake  the  blessed  road 
That  led  them  safe  to  heaven. 

19^1     "  There  the  wicked  cease  from 
±AO±.  troubling:' 

1  Our  sins,  alas !  how  strong  they  are ! 

And,  like  a  raging  flood, 
They  break  our  duty,  Lord,  to  thee, 
And  force  us  from  our  God. 

2  The  waves  of  trouble— how  they  rise ! 

How  loud  the  tempests  roar ! 
But  death  shall  land  our  weary  souls 
Safe  on  the  heavenly  shore. 

3  There  to  fulfill  his  sweet  commands 

Our  speedy  feet  shall  move ; 
No  sin  shall  clog  our  winged  zeal, 
Or  cool  our  burning  love. 

4  There  shall  we  sit,  and  sing,  and  tell 

The  wonders  of  his  grace, 
Till  heavenly  raptures  fire  our  hearts, 
And  smile  in  every  face. 

5  For  ever  his  dear,  sacred  name 

Shall  dwell  upon  our  tongue, 
And  Jesus  and  salvation  be 
The  close  of  every  song. 

19  7  Q     "  In-  my  flesh  shall  I  zee  God."' 
^'"-  Job  19:  25,  26. 

1  My  faith  shall  triumph  o'er  the  grave, 
And  trample  on  the  tomb  ; 
I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives, 
And  on  the  clouds  shall  come. 

3  I  know  that  he  shall  soon  appear 
In  power  and  glory  meet ; 


And  death,  the  last  of  all  his  foes, 
Lie  vanquished  at  his  feet. 

3  Then,  though  the  grave  my  flesh  devour, 

And  hold  me  for  its  prey, 
I  know  my  sleeping  dust  shall  rise 
On  the  last  judgment-day. 

4  I,  in  my  flesh,  shall  see  my  God, 

When  he  on  earth  shall  stand ; 
I  shall  with  all  his  saints  ascend 
To  dwell  at  his  right  hand. 

5  Then  shall  he  wipe  all  tears  away, 

And  hush  the  rising  groan  ; 
And  pains  and  sighs  and  griefs  and  fear* 
Shall  ever  be  unknown. 

1  9  7  ^     "  Them  also  which  sleep  in  Jesus" 
±AIO.  IThess.  4:  14-17. 

1  As  Jesus  died  and  rose  again, 

Victorious,  from  the  dead; 
So  his  disciples  rise,  and  reign 
With  their  triumphant  Head. 

2  The  time  draws  nigh,  when,  from  the 

clouds, 
Christ  shall  with  shou£|  descend ; 
And  the  last  trumpet's  awful  voice 
The  heavens  and  earth  shall  rend. 

3  Then  they  who  live  shall  changed  be, 

And  they  who  sleep  shall  wake  ; 
The  graves   shall    yield    their    ancient 
charge, 
And  earth's  foundation  shake. 

4  The  saints  of  God,  from  death  set  free, 

With  joy  shall  mount  on  high ; 
The  heavenly  host  with  praises  loud 
Shall  meet  them  in  the  sky. 

5  Together  to  their  Father's  house 

With  joyful  hearts  they  go  : 
And  dwell  for  ever  with  the  Lord, 
Beyond  the  reach  of  woe. 


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77i<?  Mystery  ofCiirisfs  Love. 
Isaiah  27 :  5. 


0  thou,  who  hast  redeemed  of  old, 
And  bidst  me  of  thy  strength  lay  hold, 

And  be  at  peace  with  thee, 
Help  me  thy  benefits  to  own, 
And  hear  me  tell  what  thou  hast  done, 

0  dying  Lamb  !  for  me. 


Love,  only  love,  thy  heart  inclined, 
And  brought  thee,  Saviour  of  mankind, 

Down  from  thy  throne  above  ; 
Love  made  my  God  a  Man  of  grief, 
Distressed  thee  sore  for  my  relief: 

Oh,  mystery  of  Love ! 


3  As  thou  hast  loved  and  died  for  me, 
So  grant  me,  Saviour,  love  to  thee, 

And  gladly  I  resign 
Whate'er  I  have,  whate'er  I  am : 
My  life  be  all  with  thine  the  same, 

And  all  thy  death  be  mine. 

495.  The  Two  Worlds. 

1  Lo,  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land, 

'Twixt  two  unbounded  seas,  I  stand, 

Secure,  insensible ! 
A  point  of  time,  a  moment's  space, 
Removes  me  to  that  heavenly  place, 

Or  shuts  me  up  in  hell. 


0  God,  my  inmost  soul  convert, 
And  deeply  on  my  thoughtful  heart 

Eternal  things  impress ! 
Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight, 
And  tremble  on  the  brink  of  fete, 

And  wake  to  righteousness. 


3  Before  me  place  in  dread  array, 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day, 

When  thou,  with  clouds,  shalt  come 
To  judge  the  nations  at  thy  bar ; 
And  tell  me,  Lord,  shall  I  be  there, 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom  ? 


4  O  Saviour,  then  my  soul  receive, 
Then  bid  me  in  thy  presence  live, 

And  reism  with  thee  above  ; 
Where  faith  is  sweetly  lost  in  sight, 
And  hope  in  full,  supreme  delight, 

And  everlasting  love. 


554 .     Surrender  to  the  Love  of  God. 

1  Lord,  thou  hast  won  ;  at  length  I  yield ; 
My  heart,  by  mighty  grace  compelled, 

Surrenders  all  to  thee: 
Against  thy  terrors  long  I  strove, 
Biit  who  can  stand  against  thy  love  ? 

Love  conquers  even  me. 


2  If  thou  hadst  bid  thy  thunders  roll, 
And  lightnings  flash  to  blast  my  soul, 

I  still  had  stubborn  been  : 
But  mercy  has  my  heart  subdued : 
A  bleeding  Saviour  I  have  viewed, 

And  now,  I  hate  my  sin. 


Now,  Lord,  I  would  be  thine  alone  ; 
Come,  take  possession  of  thine  own, 

For  thou  hast  set  me  free : 
Released  from  Satan's  hard  command, 
See  all  my  powers  in  waiting  stand, 

To  be  employed  by  thee. 


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603. 


"  Remember  TIwu  me.' 


1  Whex  thou,  my  righteous  Judge,  shalt 

come 
To  take  thy  ransomed  people  home, 

Shall  I  among  them  stand  ? 
Shall  such  a  worthless  worm  as  I, 
"Who  sometimes  am  afraid  to  die, 

Be  found  at  thy  right  hand  ? 

2  I  love  to  meet  among  them  now, 
Before  thy  gracious  feet  to  bow, 

Though  vilest  of  them  all ; 
But — can  I  bear  the  piercing  thought  ? — 
What  if  my  name  should  be  left  out, 

When  thou  for  them  shalt  call ! 

3  Prevent,  prevent  it  by  thy  grace  ; 

Be  thou,  dear  Lord,  my  hiding-place, 

In  this  th'  accepted  day ; 
Thy  pardoning  voice,  oh,  let  me  hear, 
To  still  my  unbelieving  fear  ; 

Nor  let  me  fall,  I  pray ! 

4  Let  me  among  thy  saints  be  found, 
Whene'er  th'   archangel's    trump   shall 

sound, 

To  see  thy  smiling  face ; 
Then  loudest  of  the  throng  I'll  sing, 
While    heaven's    resounding  mansions 

With  shouts  of  sovereign  grace,  [ring 


725. 


"  So  Refuge  of  my  own.v 


1  O  thou,  who  hear'st  the  prayer  of  faith, 
Wilt  thou  not  save  a  soul  from  death, 
That  casts  itself  on  thee  ? 


I  have  no  refuge  of  my  own, 
But  fly  to  what  my  Lord  hath  done, 
And  suffered  once  for  me. 


2  Slain  in  the  guilty  sinner's  stead, 
His  spotless  righteousness  I  plead, 

And  his  availing  blood ; 
Thy  merit,  Lord,  my  robe  shall  be ; 
Thy  merit  shall  atone  for  me, 

And  bring  me  near  to  God. 

3  Then  save  me  from  eternal  death, 
The  Spirit  of  adoption  breathe, 

His  consolations  send : 
By  him  some  word  of  life  impart, 
And  sweetly  whisper  to  my  heart, 

"  Thy  Maker  is  thy  Friend." 

4  The  kinsc  of  terrors  then  would  be 
A  welcome  messenger  to  me, 

To  bid  me  come  away : 
Unclogged  by  earth,  or  earthly  things, 
I  'd  mount,  I  'd  fly  with  eager  wings 

To  everlasting  day ! 


Doxologt. 


To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God,  whom  Heaven's  triumphant  host 

And  saints  on  earth  adore, 
Be  glory  as  in  aires  past, 
Is  now," and  shall  for  ever  last, 

When  time  shall  be  no  mure  ! 


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"  I have  found 


1  There  was  joy  in  heaven ! 
There  was  joy  in  heaven  ! 

"When  this  goodly  world  to  frame 
The  Lord  of  might  and  mercy  came : 
Shouts  of  joy  were  heard  on  high, 
And  the  stars  sang  from  the  sky — 
"Glory  to  God  in  heaven !" 

2  There  was  joy  in  heaven! 
There  was  joy  in  heaven! 


LEWIN.     5s  &  8s. 


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When  of  love  the  midnight  beam 
Dawned  on  the  tower  of  Bethlehem 
And  along  the  echoing  hill 
Angels  sung — "On  earth  good  will, 

Glory  to  God  in  heaven!" 
3  There  is  joy  in  heaven  ! 

There  is  joy  in  heaven ! 
When  the  sheep  that  went  astray 
Returns  in  love  to  virtue's  way ; 
When  the  soul,  by  grace  subdued, 
Sobs  its  prayer  of  gratitude, 

Then  is  there  joy  in  heaven ! 


404.     "Jesus,  still  lead  on." — Luke  5  :  11. 

1  Jesus,  still  lead  on, 
Till  our  rest  be  won  : 

And  although  the  way  be  cheerless, 
We  will  follow,  calm  and  fearless  ; 

Guide  us  by  thy  hand 

To  our  Fatherland  ! 

2  If  the  way  be  drear, 
If  the  foe"  be  near, 

Let  not  faithless  fears  o'ertake  us  ; 
Let  not  faith  and  hope  forsake  us ; 

For,  through  many  a  foe, 

To  our  home  we  go  ! 


I  '  I 

3  When  we  seek  relief 
From  a  long-felt  grief ; 
When  temptations  come  alluring, 
Make  us  patient  and  enduring : 
Show  us  that  bright  shore 
Where  we  weep  no  more ! 


4  Jesus,  still  lead  on, 
Till  our  rest  be  won  ; 
Heavenly  Leader,  still  direct  us, 
Still  support,  console,  protect  us> 
Till  Ave  safely  stand 
In  our  Fatherland  ! 


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J  90        "  Touched  with  the  feeling  of  our 
^-— '<-»•  infirmities." 

1  When  our  heads  are  bowed  with  woe  ; 
When  our  bitter  tears  o'erflow  ; 
When  we  mourn  the  lost,  the  dear, 

Gracious  Saviour,  hear ! 

2  Thou  our  feeble  flesh  hast  worn ; 
Thou  our  mortal  griefs  hast  borne ; 
Thou  hast  shed  the  human  tear : 

Gracious  Saviour,  hear ! 

3  When  the  heart  is  sad  within, 
With  the  thought  of  all  its  sin ; 
When  the  spirit  shrinks  with  fear, 

Gracious  Saviour,  hear ! 

4  Thou  the  shame,  the  grief,  hast  known 
Though  the  sins  were  not  thine  own, 
Thou  hast  deigned  their  load  to  bear ; 

Gracious  Saviour,  hear ! 

5  When  our  eyes  grow  dim  in  death ; 
When  we  heave  the  parting  breath  ; 
When  our  solemn  doom  is  near, 

Gracious  Saviour,  hear ! 

6  Thou  hast  bowed  the  dying  head  ; 
Thou  the  blood  of  life  hast  shed ; 
Thou  hast  tilled  a  mortal  bier : 

Gracious  Saviour,  hear ! 

443.  Christ  our  Life. 

1  Lord  of  mercy  and  of  might, 
Of  mankind  the  life  and  hght, 
Maker,  Teacher,  Infinite — 

Jesus,  hear  and  save ! 

2  Strong  Creator,  Saviour  mild, 
Humbled  to  a  little  child, 
Captive,  beaten,  bound,  reviled — 

Jesus,  hear  aud  save ! 

3  Borne  aloft  on  angels'  wings, 
Throned  above  celestial  things, 
Lord  of  lords,  and  King  of  kings- 
Jesus,  hear  and  save  I 

4  Soon  to  come  to  earth  again, 
Judge  of  angels  and  of  men, 
Hear  us  now,  and  hear  us  then  ; 

Jesus,  hear  and  save ! 


4K/J        "  TJie  Comforter,  which  is  the  Ilofy 
OK).  Gho-str— John  14  :  20. 

1  Holy  Ghost,  the  Infinite! 
Shine  upon  our  nature's  night 
With  thy  blessed  inward  light> 

Comforter  Divine ! 

2  We  are  sinful :  cleanse  us,  Lord ; 
We  are  faint;  thy  strength  afford; 
Lost — until  by  thee  restored, 

Comforter  Divine ! 

3  Like  the  dew,  thy  peace  distill ; 
Guide,  subdue  our  wayward  will, 
Things  of  Christ  unfolding  still, 

Comforter  Divine ! 

4  In  us,  for  us,  intercede, 

And,  with  voiceless  groanings,  plead 
Our  unutterable  need, 
Comforter  Divine ! 

5  In  us  "Abba,  Father,"  cry- 
Earnest  of  our  bliss  on  high, 
Seal  of  immortality — 

Comforter  Divine ! 
G  Search  for  us  the  depths  of  God; 
Bear  us  up  the  starry  ro.id, 
To  the  height  of  thine  abode, 
Comforter  Divine ! 

c/OO.  '■'Saviour,  comfort  me.™ 

1  In  the  dark  and  cloudy  day, 
When  earth's  riches  flee  away, 
And  the  last  hope  wiU  not  stay, 

Saviour,  comfort  me! 

2  When  the  secret  idol's  gone 

That  my  poor  heart  yearned  upou- 
Desolate,  bereft,  alone, 
Saviour,  comfort  me  ! 

3  Thou,  who  wast  so  sorely  tried, 
In  the  darkness  crucified, 

Bid  me  in  thy  love  confide  ! 
Saviour,  comfort  me ! 

4  Comfort  me  ;  I  am  cast  down ; 
'Tis  my  heavenly  Father's  frown; 
I  deserve  it  all,  I  own  : 

Saviour,  comfort  me! 

5  So  it  shall  be  good  for  mo 
Much  afflicted  now  to  be, 
If  thou  wilt  but  tenderly, 

Saviour,  comfort  me  I 


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0&y.  "Just  as  lam." 

1  Just  as  I  am,  without  one  plea, 
But  that  thy  blood  was  shed  for  me, 
And  that  thou  bid'st  me  come  to  thee 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 


Just  as  I  am,  and  waiting  not 
To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot, 
To  theewhose  bloodcancleanse  each  spot, 
0  Lamb  of  God  I  come ! 


S  Just  as  I  am,  though  tossed  about 
With  many  a  conflict,  many  a  doubt, 
Fightings  within,  and  fears  without, 
0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  ! 


4  Just  as  I  am — poor,  wretched,  blind ; 
Sight,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind, 
Yea,  all  I  need,  in  thee  to  find, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  1 

5  Just  as  I  am — thou  wilt  receive, 

Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve, 
Because  thy  promise  I  believe, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 

6  Just  as  I  am — thy  love  unknown 
Hath  broken  every  barrier  down  : 
Now,  to  be  thine,  yea,  thine  alone, 

0  Lamb  of  God,"l  come ! 


f^€>0  "  If  any  man  thirst,  let   liini   come  unto 
OOZj.  me." 

1  Bukdexed  with  guilt,  wouldst  thou  be 
blest  ? 
Trust  not  the  world ;  it  gives  no  rest : 
I  bring  relief  to  hearts  oppressed ; 
O  weary  sinner,  come  f 


2  Come,  leave  thy  burden  at  the  cross ; 
Count  all  thy  gains  but  empty  dross ; 
My  grace  repays  all  earthly  loss  : 

O  needy  sinner,  come  ! 

3  Come,  hither  bring  thy  boding  fears, 
Thine  aching  heart,  thy  bursting  tears  ; 
'Tis  mercy's  voice  salutes  thine  ears  : 

O  trembling  sinner,  come  ! 

4  "  The  Spirit  and  the  bride  say,  Corre :" 
Rejoicing  saints  reecho,  Come  ! 

Who  faints,  who  thirsts,  who  will,  may 
come; 
Thy  Saviour  bids  thee  come. 


3/3.       Prayer  for  Christ's  Intercession. 

1  0  Thou,  the  contrite  sinners'  Friend  ! 
Who,  loving,  lov'st  them  to  the  end, 
On  this  alone  my  hopes  depend, 

That  thou  wilt  plead  for  me. 

2  When  weary  in  the  Christian  race, 
Far  off  appears  my  resting  place, 
And,  fainting,  I  mistrust  thy  grace, 

Then,  Saviour,  plead  for  me. 

3  When  I  have  erred  and  gone  astray 
Afar  from  thine  and  wisdom's  way, 
And  see  no  glimmering,  guiding  fay, 

Still,  Saviour,  plead  for  me. 

4  When  Satan,  by  my  sins  made  bold, 
Strives  from  thy  cross  to  loose  my  hold, 
Then  with  thy  pitying  arms  enfold, 

And  plead,  oh,  plead  for  me  ! 


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5  And  when  my  dying  hour  draws  near, 
Darkened  with  anguish,  guilt,  and  fear, 
Then  to  my  fainting  sight  appear, 

Pleading  in  heaven  for  me. 

6  When  the  full  light  of  heavenly  day 
Reveals  my  sins  in  dread  array, 
Say  thou  hast  washed  them  all  away ; 

Oh,  say  thou  plead'st  for  me  ! 


7  /  1 .  The  imseen  Friend. 

1  0  holy  Saviour !  Friend  unseen, 
Since  on  thine  arm  thou  bid'st  me  lean, 
Help  me,   throughout  life's    changing 

scene, 
By  faith  to  cling  to  thee ! 

2  Blest  with  this  fellowship  divine, 
Take  what  thou  wilt,  I  '11  not  repine  ; 
For,  as  the  branches  to  the  vine, 

My  soul  would  cling  to  thee. 

3  Though  far  from  home,  fatigued,  op- 

pressed, 
Here  have  I  found  a  place  of  rest ; 
An  exile  still,  yet  not  unblest, 
Because  I  cling  to  thee. 

i  What  though  the  world  deceitful  prove, 
And  earthly  friends  and  hopes  remove  ; 
With  patient,  uncomplaining  love 
Still  would  I  clin°;  to  thee. 


5  Though  oft  I  seem  to  tread  alone 
Life's  dreary  waste,  with  thorns   o'er- 

grown, 
Thy  voice  of  love,  in  gentlest  tone, 
Still  whispers,  "  Cling  to  me  !" 
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6  Though  faith  and  hope  are  often  tried, 
I  ask  not,  need  not  aught  beside  ; 
So  safe,  so  calm,  so  satisfied, 
The  soul  that  chugs  to  thee ! 


844  .*        TJie  Hour  of  Prayer. 

1  My  God !  is  any  hour  so  sweet, 

From  blush  of  morn  to  evening  star, 
As  that  which  calls  me  to  thy  feet — 
The  hour  of  prayer  ? 

3  Blest  is  the  tranquil  hour  of  morn, 
And  blest  that  hour  of  solemn  eve, 
When,  on  the  wings  of  prayer  up-borne, 
The  world  I  leave. 

3  Then  is  my  strength  by  thee  renewed  ; 

Then  are  my  sins  by  thee  forgiven  ; 
Then  dost  thou  cheer  my  solitude 
With  hopes  of  heaven. 

4  No  words  can  tell  what  sweet  relief 

There  for  my  every  want  I  find ; 
What  strength  for  warfare,  balm  for  grief, 
What  peace  of  mind ! 

5  Hushed  is  each  doubt,  gone  every  fear : 

My  spirit  seems  in  heaven  to  stay  ; 
And  ev'n  the  penitential  tear 
Is  wiped  away. 

6  Lord  !  till  I  reach  that  blissful  short 

No  privilege  so  dear  shall  be 
As  thus  my  inmost  soul  to  pour 
In  prayer  to  thee. 

•  Observe  the  tie  for  this  Hymn. 


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i±0±.  Spirit. 

1  Come,  Holy  Ghost,— in  love 
Shed  on  us  from  above 

Thine  own  bright  ray ! 
Divinely  good  thou  art ; 
Thy  sacred  gifts  impart 
To  gladden  each  sad  heart : 

Oh,  come  to-day ! 

2  Come,  tend'rest  Friend,  and  best, 
Our  most  delightful  guest, 

With  soothing  power: 
Kest,  which  the  weary  know, 
Shade,  'mid  the  noontide  glow, 
Peace,  when  deep  griefs  overflow, — 

Cheer  us,  this  hour ! 

3  Come,  Light  serene,  and  still 
Our  inmost  bosoms  fill ; 

Dwell  in  each  breast : 
We  know  no  dawn  but  thine  ; 
Send  forth  thy  beams  divine, 
On  our  dark  souls  to  shine, 

And  make  us  blest ! 

4  Exalt  our  low  desires ; 
Extinguish  passion's  fires ; 

Heal  every  wound : 
Our  stubborn  spirits  bend  ; 
Our  icy  coldness  end ; 
Our  devious  steps  attend, 

While  heavenward  bound. 

5  Come,  all  the  faithful  bless  ; 
Let  all,  who  Christ  confess, 

His  praise  employ : 
Give  virtue's  rich  reward ; 
Victorious  death  accord, 
And,  with  our  glorious  Lord, 

Eternal  joy ! 


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What  have  I  done  for  Thee?" 
Acts  9:  6. 

1  0  tfou  best  gift  of  heaven, 
Thou  who  thyself  hast  given,- 

For  thou  hast  died ! 
This  thou  hast  done  for  me  : 
|:  What  have  I  done  for  thee,  :fl 
Thou  crucified  ? 

2  I  long  to  serve  thee  more  ; 
Reveal  an  open  door, 

Saviour,  to  me : 
Then,  counting  all  but  loss, 
|):  I  '11  glory  in  thy  cross,  :| 
And  follow  thee. 


3  Do  thou  but  point  the  way, 
And  give  me  strength  t'  obey ; 

Thy  will  be  mine : 
Then  can  I  think  it  joy 
|:  To  suffer  or  to  die  :fl 
Since  I  am  thine. 


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"  He  took  them  up  in  His  arms.* 

1  Shepherd  of  tender  youth, 
Guiding  in  love  and  truth 

Through  devious  ways — 
Christ,  our  triumphant  King, 
We  come  thy  name  to  sing, 
And  here  our  children  bring, 

To  shout  thy  praise. 

2  Thou  art  our  holy  Lord, 
O  all-subduing  Word, 

Healer  of  strife : 
Thou  didst  thyself  abase, 
That  from  sin's  deep  disgrace 
Thou  mightest  .<  ave  our  race, 

And  give  us  life. 


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3  Ever  be  near  our  side, 

Our  Shepherd  and  our  Guide, 

Our  staff  and  song; 
Jesus,  thou  Christ  of  God, 
By  thine  enduring  word 
Lead  us  where  thou  hast  trod ; 

Make  our  faith  strong. 

4  So  now,  and  till  we  die, 
Sound  we  thy  praises  high, 

And  joyful  sing: 
Let  all  the  holy  throng, 
Who  to  thy  church  belong, 
Unite  and  swell  the  song 

To  Christ  our  King ! 

i  AL.     "My  faith  looks  up  to  Thee." 

1  My  faith  looks  up  to  thee, 
Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary, 

Saviour  Divine ! 
Now  hear  me  while  I  pray ; 
Take  all  my  guilt  away ; 
Oh,  let  me,  from  this  day, 

Be  wholly  thine ! 


2  May  thy  rich  grace  impart 
Strength  to  my  fainting  heart, 

My  zeal  inspire ! 
As  thou  hast  died  for  me, 
Oh,  may  my  love  to  thee 
Pure,  warm,  and  changeless  be — 

A  living  fire ! 

3  While  life's  dark  maze  I  tread, 
And  griefs  around  me  spread, 

Be  thou  my  guide  ; 
Bid  darkness  turn  to  day, 
Wipe  sorrow's  tears  away, 


Nor  let  me  ever  stray 
From  thee  aside. 

4  When  ends  life's  transient  dream, 
When  death's  cold,  sullen  stream 

Shall  o'er  me  roll, 
Blest  Saviour !  then,  in  love, 
Fear  and  distrust  remove  ; 
Oh,  bear  me  safe  above— 

A  ransomed  soul ! 


1  OAO  "  Forsake  me  not  when  my  strength 

1  Lowly  and  solemn  be 
Thy  children's  cry  to  thee, 

Father  divine ! 
A  hymn  of  suppliant  breath, 
fl:  Owning  that  life  and  death  :| 
Alike  are  thine. 


2  O  Father  !  in  that  hour 

When  earth  all  succoring  power 

Shall  disavow, 
When  spear,  and  shield,  and  crown 
J:  In  faintness  are  cast  down,  :|| 

Sustain  us  thou ! 

3  By  him  who  bowed  to  take 
The  death-cup  for  our  sake, 

The  thorn,  the  rod, — 
From  whom  the  last  dismay 
1:  Was  not  to  pass  away,  :| 
Aid  us,  OGod! 

4  Trembling  beside  the  grave, 
We  call  on  thee  to  save, 

Father  divine ! 
Hear,  hear  our  suppliant  breath ; 
J:  Keep  us,  in  life  and  death, :[ 
Thine,  only  thine. 


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A  JO.  "  0  sacred  Head,  note  wounded!" 

1  O  sacred  Head,  now  wounded  ! 

With  grief  and  shame  weighed  down ; 
O  sacred  brow,  surrounded 

With  thorns,  thine  only  crown! 
Once  on  a  throne  of  glory, 

Adorned  with  light  divine, 
Now  all  despised  and  gory, 

I  joy  to  call  thee  mine. 


2  On  me,  as  thou  art  dying, 

Oh,  turn  thy  pitying  eye ! 
To  thee  for  mercy  crying, 

Before  thy  cross  I  lie. 
Thine,  thine  the  bitter  passion, 

Thy  pain  is  all  for  me  ; 
Mine,  mine  the  deep  transgression, 

My  sins  are  all  on  thee. 


3  What  language  can  I  borrow 
To  thank  thee,  dearest  Friend, 
For  all  this  dying  sorrow, 
Of  all  my  woes  the  end? 


Oh,  can  I  leave  thee  ever? 

Then  do  not  thou  leave  me : 
Lord,  let  me  never,  never 

Outlive  my  love  to  thee. 


4  Be  near  when  I  am  d}'ing; 

Then  close  beside  me  stand; 
Let  me,  while  faint  and  sighing, 

Lean  calmly  on  thy  hand: 
These  eyes  new  faitli  receiving, 

FronTthine  eye  shall  not  move ; 
For  he  who  dies  believing, 

Dies  safely  in  thy  love. 


Doxology. 

To  thee  be  praise  for  ever 

Thou  glorious  King  of  Kings! 
Thy  wondrous  love  and  favor 

Each  ransomed  spirit  sings: 
We  '11  celebrate  thy  glory 

With  all  thy  saints  above, 
And  shout  the  joyful  story 

Of  thy  redeeming  love. 


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The  exceeding  riches  of  His  grace.' 


O  Lord,  thy  love 's  unbounded ! 

So  full,  so  sweet,  so  free ! 
Our  thoughts  are  all  confounded, 

Whene'er  we  ihink  on  thee ; 
For  as,  thou  cam'st  from  heaven, 

For  us  to  bleed  and  die  ; 
That,  purchased  and  forgiven, 

We  might  ascend  on  high. 


2  Oh,  let  this  love  constrain  us 

To  give  our  hearts  to  thee  ; 
Let  nothing  henceforth  pain  us, 

But  that  which  paineth  thee! 
Our  joy,  our  one  endeavor, 

Through  suffering,  conflict,  shame, 
To  serve  thee,  gracious  Saviour, 

And  magnifythy  name ! 


1  90  A       Contrast  of  Heaven  with  Earth. 
i  -J  O  \J  .  ^An  aneient  Hymn.) 

1  Brief  life  is  here  our  portion, 
Brief  sorrow,  short-lived  care  ; 

The  life  that  knows  no  ending, 
The  tearless  life  is  there  : 

Reward  of  grace  how  wondrous  ! 
Short  toil— eternal  rest ! 


Oh  !  miracle  of  mercy, 
That  rebels  shouldbe  blest ! — 


2  That  we,  with  sin  polluted, 

Should  have  our  home  on  high  I 
That  we  should  dwell  in  mansions, 

Beyond  the  starry  sky  ! 
And  now  we  fight  the  battle, 

And  then  we  wear  the  crown 
Of  full  and  everlasting, 

And  ever  bright  renown ! 


3  I  know  not,  oh !  I  know  not 

What  social  joys  are  there  ; 
What  pure,  unfading  glory, 

What  light  beyond  compare ; — 
And  when  I  fain  wojild  sing  them, 

My  spirit  fails  and  faints,— 
And  vainly  strives  to  image 

Th'  assembly  of  the  saints. 


4  There  is  the  throne  of  David, 

And  there  from  toil  released, 
The  shouts  of  them  that  triumph, 

The  song  of  them  that  feast : 
O  Garden  free  from  sorrow ! 

O  Plains  that  fear  no  strife! 
O  princelv  Bowers,  all  blooming! 

O  Realm  and  Home  of  life  ! 


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"1    "After  this  manner,  therefore,  pray  ye" 
±-  Matt.  6.    Luke  11. 

1  Our  Father,  God,  who  art  in  heaven, 

All  halloAved  be  thy  name ! 
Thy  kingdom  come  :  thy  will  be  done, 
In  earth  and  heaven  the  same ! 

2  Give  us,  this  day,  our  daily  bread ; 

And,  as  we  those  forgive 
"Who  sin  against  us,  so  may  we 
Forgiving  grace  receive. 

3  Into  temptation  lead  us  not ; 

From  evil  set  us  free ; 
And  thine  the  kingdom,  thine  the  power 
And  glory,  ever  be. 

a.  +7      "  Thou,  Lord,  only  makest  me  dwell  in 
^  '  •  safety." 

1  Lord,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray ; 

I  am  for  ever  thine ; 
I  fear  before  thee  all  the  day, 
Nor  would  I  dare  to  sin. 

2  And  while  I  rest  my  weary  head, 

From  cares  and  business  free, 

'T  is  sweet  conversing  on  my  bed 

With  my  own  heart  and  tbee. 

3  I  pay  this  evening  sacrifice  ; 

And  when  my  work  is  done, 
Great  God  !  my  faith  and  hope  relies 
Upon  thy  grace  alone. 

4  Thus,  with  my  thoughts   composed  to 

peace, 
I  give  mine  eyes  to  sleep ; 
Thy  hand  in  safety  keeps  my  days 
And  will  my  slumbers  keep. 

80.        Blessing  in  the  Sanctuary. 

I  Agaiv  our  earthly  cares  we  leave, 
And  in  thy  courts  appear : 


Again  with  joyful  feet  we  come 
To  meet  our  Saviour  here. 

2  Within  these  walls  let  holy  peace, 

And  love  and  concord  dwell : 
Here  give  the  troubled  conscience  ease, 
The  wounded  spirit  heal. 

3  The  feeling  heart,  the  melting  eye, 

The  humble  mind  bestow ; 
And  shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 
To  make  our  graces  grow. 

4  In  faith  may  we  receive  thy  word, 

In  faith  present  our  prayers  ; 
And  in  the  presence  of  our  Lord 
Unbosom  all  our  cares. 

5  Show  us  some  token  of  thy  love, 

Our  fainting  hope  to  raise; 
And  pour  thy  blessings  flora  above, 
That  we  may  render  praise. 


127. 


The  Tempest  stilled. 


1  Great  Ruler  of  all  nature's  frame! 

We  own  thy  power  divine ; 
We  hear  thy  breath  in  every  storm, 
For  all  the  winds  are  thine. 

2  Wide  as  they  sweep  their  sounding  way 

They  work  thy  sovereign  will ; 
And,  awed  by  thy  majestic  voice, 
The  tempest  shall  be  still. 

3  Thy  mercy  tempers  every  blast 

To  those  who  seek  thy  fiice : 
And  mingles  with  the  tempest's  roar 
The  whispers  of  thy  grace. 

4  Those  gentle  whispers  let  me  hear, 

Till  all  the  tumults  cease  ; 
And  gales  of  paradise  shall  soothe 
My  weary  soul  to  peace. 


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$.  i  &%  "  LTerein  is  Love." 

1  My  God,  how  wonderful  thou  art, 

Thy  majesty  how  bright ! 
How  glorious  is  thy  mercy  seat, 
In  depths  of  burning  light ! 

2  Yet  I  may  love  thee  too,  O  Lord, 

Almighty  as  thou  art ; 
For  thou  hast  stooped  to  ask  of  me 
The  love  of  my  poor  heart. 

S  No  earthly  father  loves  like  thee, 
No  mother  half  so  mild 
Bears  and  forbears,  as  thou  hast  done 
With  me,  thy  sinful  child. 

4  My  God,  how  wonderful  thou  art, 

Thou  everlasting  Friend ! 
On  thee  I  stay  my  trusting  heart, 
Till  faith  in  vision  end. 

J.OU."  TJiy  judgments  are  a  great  deep" 

1  Thy  way,  O  Lord,  is  in  the  sea; 

Thy  paths  I  can  not  trace, 

Nor  comprehend  the  mystery 

Of  thine  unbounded  grace. 

2  'T  is  but  in  part  I  know  thy  will ; 

I  bless  thee  for  the  sight : 
When  will  thy  love  the  rest  reveal, 
In  glory's  clearer  light? 

5  With  rapture  shall  I  then  survey 

Thy  providence  and  grace  ; 

And  spend  an  everlasting  day 

In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

Ol  €>  "  0  God,  Thou  hast  taught  me  from  my 
^>10>  youth:—  Psalm  71. 

1  Almighty  Father  of  mankind  ! 
On  thee  my  hopes  remain  ; 
And  when  the  day  of  trouble  comes, 
I  shall  not  trust  in  vain. 


2  In  early  years,  thou  wast  my  guide, 

And  of  my  youth,  the  friend ; 

And,  as  my  days  began  with  thee, 

With  thee  my  days  shall  end. 

3  I  know  the  Power  in  whom  I  trust, 

The  arm  on  which  I  lean  ; 
He  will  my  Saviour  ever  be, 
Who  has  my  Saviour  been. 

4  Thou  wilt  not  cast  me  off  when  ago 

And  evil  days  descend ; 
Thou  wilt  not  leave  me  in  despair, 
To  mourn  my  latter  end. 

5  Therefore,  in  life  I  '11  trust  in  thee ; 

In  death  I  will  adore ; 
And  after  death  will  sing  tin-  praise, 
When  time  shall  be  no  more. 

Zi  1 0 .     Prayer  for  Divine  Guidance. 

1  0  God  of  Bethel !  by  whose  hand 

Thy  people  still  are  fed ; 
Who  through  this  weary  pilgrimage 
Hast  all  our  fathers  led ; — 

2  Our  vows,  our  prayers,  we  now  present 

Before  thy  throne  of  grace  ; 
God  of  our  fathers !  be  the  God 
Of  their  succeeding  race. 

3  Through  each  perplexing  path  of  life 

Our  wandering  footsteps  guide  ; 
Give  us,  each  day,  our  daily" bread, 
And  raiment  fit  provide. 

4  Oh,  spread  thy  covering  wings  around, 

Till  all  our  wanderings  cease, 
And  at  our  Father's  loved  abode, 
Our  souls  arrive  in  peace. 

5  Such  blessings  from  thy  gracious  hand 

Our  humble  prayers  implore  ; 
And  thou  shalt  be  our  chosen  God, 
Our  portion  evermore. 


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578. 


Prayer  for  a  "broken  heart. 


1  Saviour,  Prince,  enthroned  above, 

Repentance  to  impart, 
Give  me,  through  thy  dying  love, 

The  humble,  contrite  "heart : 
Give  what  I  have  long  implored — 

Let  me  share  thy  grief  unknown: 
Turn  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 


2  See  me,  Saviour,  from  above, 

Nor  sutler  me  to  die ; 
Life,  and  happiness,  and  love 

Beam  from  thy  gracious  eye : 
Speak  the  reconciling  word," 

All  its  melting  power  make  known 
Turn  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 


3  Look,  as  when  thy  dying  eye 

Was  closed,  that  we  might  live ; 
"When  thy  supplicating  cry 

To  God  was  heard,  u  Forgive :" 
Surely,  with  that  dying  word, 

Jesus  turns  and  says,  't  is  done : 
Oh,  my  bleeding  loving  Lord, 

This  breaks  my  heart  of  stone! 


V  2 8.        " Thy  blood  tens  shed  for  vie" 

1  God  of  my  salvation,  hear, 

And  help  me  to  believe ; 
Simply  do  I  now  draw  near 

Thy  blessing  to  receive : 
Full  of  guilt,  alas  !  I  am, 

But  to  thy  wounds  for  refuge  flee : 
Friend  of  sinners,  spotless  Lamb  I 

Thy  blood  was  shed  for  me. 


Standing  now  as  newly  slain, 

To  thee  I  lift  mine  eye ; 
Balm  of  all  my  grief  and  pain, 

Thy  blood  is  alway  nigh : 
Now  as  yesterday  the  same 

Thou  art,  and  wilt  for  ever  be : 
Friend  of  sinners,  spotless  Lamb! 

Thy  blood  was  shed  for  me. 


Saviour !  from  thy  wounded  side 

I  never  will  depart : 
Here  will  I  my  spirit  hide, 

When  I  am  pure  in  heart : 
Till  my  place  above  I  claim, 

This  only  shall  be  all  my  plea: 
Friend  of  sinners,  spotless  Lamb! 

Thy  blood  was  shed  for  me. 

•  Omit  the  tie  for  this  Hymn. 


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1 04  9 ."  J!fy  peace  /  0M?e  -unto  yew." 

1  Lamb  of  God !  whose  bleeding  love 

We  now  recall  to  mind, 
Send  the  answer  from  above, 

And  let  us  mercy  find : 
Think  on  us,  who  think  on  thee ; 

Every  burdened  soul  release  ; 
Oh,  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace ! 


2  By  thine  agonizing  pain, 

And  bloody  sweat,  we  pray — 
By  thy  dying  love  to  man, 

Take  all  our  sins  away : 
Burst  our  bonds  and  set  us  free, 

From  our  crime  and  guilt  release  ; 
Oh,  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace ! 

8  Through  thy  blood,  by  faith  applied, 

Do  thou  our  pardon  seal ; 
Speak  us  freely  justified, 

Our  wounded  spirits  heal ; 
By  thy  passion  on  the  tree, 

Let  our  griefs  and  troubles  cease  ; 
Oh,  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace ! 

1167.  "  We  all  do  facie  as  a  leaf." 

1  Time  is  winging  us  away 

To  our  eternal  home  ; 
Life  is  but  a  winter's  day — ■ 

A  journey  to  the  tomb ; 
Youth  and  vigor  soon  will  flee, 

Blooming  beauty  lose  its  charms  ; 
All  that 's  mortal  soon  shall  be 

Enclosed  in  death's  cold  arms. 


Time  is  winging  us  away 

To  our  eternal  home  ; 
Life  is  but  a  winter's  day — 

A  journey  to  the  tomb  ; 
But  the  Christian  shall  enjoy 

Health  and  beauty,  soon,  above, 
Far  beyond  the  world's  alloy, 

Secure  in  Jesus'  love. 


~|  9  Q  Q    "1  press  toward  the  mark  for  the 

1  Rise,  my  soul !  and  stretch  thy  wings, 

Thy  better  portion  trace ; 
Rise,  from  transitory  things, 

Toward  heaven,  thy  native  place : 
Sun,  and  moon,  and  stars  decay, 

Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove ; 
Rise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away 

To  seats  prepared  above ! 


Rivers  to  the  ocean  run, 

Nor  stay  in  all  their  course ; 
Fire  ascending,  seeks  the  sun, — 

Both  speed  them  to  their  source ; 
So  a  soul  that 's  born  of  God, 

Pants  to  view  his  glorious  face, 
Upward  tends  to  his  abode, 

To  rest  in  his  embrace. 


3  Cease,  ye  pilgrims  !  cease  to  mourn, — 

Press  onward  to  the  prize  ; 
Soon  your  Saviour  will  return 

Triumphant  in  the  skies : 
Yet  a  season,  and  you  know 

Happy  entrance'will  be  given, 
All  your  sorrows  left  below, 

And  earth  exchanged  for  heaven- 


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/  4.L.  Prayer  for  Deliverance  from  Evil. 

1  Suff'ring  Son  of  Man,  be  near  me, 

All  my  suff'rings  to  sustain, 
By  thy  sorer  griefs  to  cheer  me, 

By  thy  more  than  mortal  pain ; 
By  thy  fainting  in  the  garden, 

'By  thy  bloody  sweat,  I  pray, 
Write  upon  my  heart  the  pardon ; 

Take  my  sins  and  fears  away. 

2  By  the  travail  of  thy  spirit, 

'By  thine  outcry  on  the  tree, 
By  thine  agonizing  merit, 

In  my  pangs,  remember  me! 
By  thy  death  I  now  implore  thee, 

Lord!  my  dying  soul  befriend  ; 
Make  me  lovingly  adore  thee, 

Make  me  faithful  to  the  end. 


"  Wash  me,  and  I  shall  be  whiter  than 

S71O10." 


745. 


1  Jesus  !  who  on  Calv'ry's  mountain 

Poured  thy  precious  blood  for  me, 
Wash  me  in  its  flowing  fountain, 
That  my  soul  may  spotless  be. 

2  I  have  sinned,  but,  oh,  restore  me  ; 

For,  unless  thou  smile  on  me, 
Dark  is  all  the  world  before  me, 
Darker  yet  eternity ! 

3  In  thy  word  I  hear  thee  saying, 

"  Come,  and  I  will  give  you  rest ;" 
Glad  the  gracious  call  obeying, 
See,  I  hasten  to  thy  breast. 


4  Grant,  oh,  grant  thy  Spirit's  teaching, 
That  I  may  not  go  astray, 
Till,  the  gate  of  heaven  reaching, 
Earth  and  sin  are  passed  away ! 

1  1  1  Q     "  Remember  not  against  us  former 
-*--*-  -1-  "  •  iniquities." 

1  Dread  Jehovah  !  God  of  nations ! 

From  thy  temple  in  the  skies, 

Hear  thy  people's  supplications  -r 

Now  for  their  deliverance  rise. 

2  Tho'  our  sins,  our  hearts  confounding, 

Long  and  loud  for  vengeance  call, 
Thou  hast  mercy  more  abounding  : 
Jesus'  blood  can  cleanse  them  all. 

3  Let  that  love  vail  our  transgression ; 

Let  that  blood  our  guilt  efface : 

Save  thy  people  from  oppression  ; 

Save  from  spoil  thy  holy  place. 

4  Lo !  with  deep  contrition  turning, 

Humbly  at  thy  feet  we  bend  ; 
Hear  us,  fasting,  praying,  mourning, 
Hear  us,  spare  us,  and  defend ! 

lOCI    *"  Tliat  great  day  of  icrath  and  ter- 
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1  That  great  day  of  wrath  aud  terror, 

That  last  day  of  woe  and  doom, 

Like  a  thief  that  comes  at  midnight, 

On  the  sons  of  men  shall  come ; 

2  When  the  King  of  heavenly  glory 

Shall  assume  his  throne  on  high  ; 
When  the  bands  of  all  his  angels 
Shall  be  near  him  in  the  sky ; 

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And  the  moon  be  red  as  blood; 
When  the  stars  shall  fall  from  heaven, 
As  the  leaves  fall  in  a  wood. 

4  Therefore,  man,  while  yet  thou  maj-est, 

From  the  tempter's  malice  fly! 

Give  thy  bread  to  feed  the  hungry, 

If  thou  seek'st  to  win  the  sky. 

5  Let  thy  loins  be  straitly  girded, 

Life  be  pure,  and  heart  be  right, 
That  whene'er  the  bridegroom  cometh, 
Full  thy  lamp  may  shine,  and  bright. 

i/ 1 .  Apostolic  Benediction. 

1  May  the  grace  of  Christ  the  Saviour, 

And  the  Father's  boundless  love, 
With  the  Holy  Spirit's  favor, 
Rest  upon  us  from  above. 

2  Thus  may  we  abide  in  union 

With  each  other  and  the  Lord, 

And  possess,  in  sweet  communion, 

Joys  which  earth  can  not  afford. 


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Penitent  Entreaty. 


1  Jesus,  full  of  all  compassion, 

Hear  thine  humble  suppliant's  cry : 
Let  me  know  thy  great  salvation  ; 

See !  I  languish,  faint,  and  die. 
Guilty,  but  with  heart  relenting, 

Overwhelmed  with  hopeless  grief, 
Prostrate  at  thy  feet  repenting— 

Send,  oh,  send  me  quick  relief! 

2  Whither  should  a  wretch  be  flying, 

But  to  him  who  comfort  gives  ? 
Whither,  from  the  dread  of  dying, 

But  to  him  who  ever  lives  ? 
While  I  view  thee,  wounded,  grieving, 

Breathless,  on  the  cursed  tree, 
Fain  I'd  feel  my  heart  believing 

Thou  didst  suffer  tfras  for  me. 


3  In  the  world  of  endless  ruin, 

Let  it  never,  Lord,  be  said, 
"  Here 's  a  soul  that  perished,  suing 

For  the  boasted  Saviour's  aid  !" 
Saved  ! — the  deed  shall  spread  new  glory 

Through  the  shining  realms  above ; 
Angels  sing  the  pleasing  story, 

All  enraptured  with  thy  love. 

Q(\  >j  :|<  "  TJie  greatest  of  these  is  Charity." 
ou  '  •  1  Cor.  13. 

1  Meek  and  lowly,  pure  and  holy, 

Chief  among  the  blessed  three, 
Turning  sadness  into  gladness, 
Heaven-born  art  thou,  Charity  ! 

2  Pity  dwelleth  in  thy  bosom, 

Kindness  reigneth  o'er  thy  heart ; 
Gentle  thoughts  alone  can  sway  thee — 
Judgment  hath  in  thee  no  part. 

3  Hoping  ever,  failing  never, 

Though  deceived,  believing  still ; 
Long  abiding,  all  confiding 
To  thy  heavenly  Father's  will ; 

4  Never  weary  of  well-doing, 

Never  fearful  of  the  end ; 
Claiming  all  mankind  as  brothers, 
Thou  dost  all  alike  befriend. 

5  Meek  and  lowly,  pure  and  holy, 

Chief  among  the  blessed  three, 
Turning  sadness  into  gladness, 
Heaven-born  art  thou,  Charity ! 

Doxology. 
Praise  the  God  of  our  salvation, 

Praise  the  Father's  boundless  love  ; 
Praise  the  Lamb,  our  expiation ; 

Praise  the  Spirit  from  above  : 
Praise  the  Fountain  of  salvation, 

Him  by  whom  our  spirits  live ; 
Undivided  adoration 

To  the  one  Jehovah  give  ! 

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000  "At  the  right  hand  of  the  Majesty 

*jOO.  on  high," 

1  He  who  on  earth  as  man  was  known, 

And  bore  our  sins  and  pains, 
Now,  seated  on  th'  eternal  throne, 
The  God.  of  glory  reigns. 

2  His  hands  the  wheels  of  nature  guide 

With  an  unerring  skill, 
And  countless  worlds,  extended  wide, 

Obey  his  sovereign  will. 
S  While  harps  unnumbered  sound  hispraise 

In  yonder  world  above, 
His  saints  on  earth  admire  his  ways, 

And  glory  in  his  love. 

4  When  troubles,  like  the  burning  sun, 

Beat  heavy  on  their  head, 
To  this  almighty  Rock  they  run, 
And  find  a  pleasing  shade. 

5  How  glorious  he !  how  happy  they, 

In  such  a  glorious  Friend ! 
Whose  love  secures  them  all  the  way, 
And  crowns  them  at  the  end. 

4  00.  Prayer  for  the  Witness  of  the  Spirit. 

1  Why  should  the  children  of  a  King 

Go  mourning  all  their  days  ? 
Great  Comforter !  descend  and  bring 
Some  tokens  of  thy  grace. 

2  Dost  thou  not  dwell  in  all  thy  saints, 

And  seal  them  heirs  of  heaven? 
When  wiit  thou  banish  my  complaints, 
And  show  my  sins  forgiven  ? 

3  Assure  my  conscience  of  her  part 

In  my  Redeemer's  blood ; 
And  bear  thy  witness  with  my  heart, 
That  I  am  born  of  God. 

4  Thou  art  the  earnest  of  his  love, 

The  pledge  of  joys  to  come  : 
And  thy  soft  wings,  celestial  Dove, 
Will  safe  convey  me  home. 


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AQQ  The  BiUe  for  the  Young. 

^OU.  Psalm  119# 

1  How  shall  the  young  secure  their  heartsi 

And  guard  their  lives  from  sin  ? 
Thy  word  the  choicest  rules  imparts, 
To  keep  the  conscience  clean. 

2  'Tis  like  the  sun,  a  heavenly  light, 

That  guides  us  all  the  day ; 
And,  through  the  dangers  of  the  night, 
A  lamp  to  lead  our  way. 

3  Thy  precepts  make  me  truly  wise  : 

I  hate  the  sinner's  road ; 
I  hate  my  own  vain  thoughts  that  rise, 
But  love  thy  law,  my  God. 

4  Thy  word  is  everlasting  truth, 

How  pure  is  every  page ! 
Thy  holy  book  shall  guide  our  youth, 
And  well  support  our  age. 

01 Z.  "  Return,  0  wanderer.'" 

1  Return,  O  wanderer,  now  return, 

And  seek  thy  Father's  face ! 
Those  new  desires,  which  in  thee  burn, 
Were  kindled  by  his  grace. 

2  Return,  O  wanderer,  now  return ! 

He  hears  thy  humble  sigh  ; 
He  sees  thy  softened  spirit  mourn, 
When  no  one  else  is  nigh. 

3  Return,  O  wanderer,  now  return ! 

Thy  Saviour  bids  thee  live ; 
Go  to  his  bleeding  feet,  and  learn 
How  freely  he  '11  forgive. 

4  Return,  O  wanderer,  now  return, 

And  wipe  the  falling  tear ! 
Thv  Father  calls— no  longer  mourn ; 
His  love  invites  thee  near. 

OOO.     Prayer  for  a  tender  Conscience 
1  Oh  for  a  principle  within 
Of  jealous,  godly  fear ! 


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Oh  for  a  tender  dread  of  sin — 
A  pain  to  feel  it  near ! 

2  That  I  from  thee  no  more  may  part, 

No  more  thy  goodness  grieve, 
The  filial  awe,  the  fleshly  heart, 
The  tender  conscience,  give. 

3  Quick  as  the  apple  of  the  eve, 

0  God  !  my  conscience  make  ; 
Awake  my  soul  when  sin  is  nigh, 

And  keep  it  still  awake. 

4  If  to  the  right  or  left  I  stray, 

That  moment,  Lord,  reprove ; 
And  let  me  weep  my  life  away, 
For  having  grieved  thy  love. 

5  Oh,  may  the  least  omission  pain 

My  well-instructed  soul ; 
And  drive  me  to  the  blood  again, 
Which  makes  the  wounded  whole ! 

Q^fl    "  Verily,  God  hath  heard  me." 
OOV.  Psalm  G6 

1  Now  shall  my  solemn  vows  be  paid 

To  that  almighty  Power 
That  heard  the'long  requests  I  made 
In  my  distressful  hour. 

2  My  lips  and  cheerful  heart  prepare 

To  make  his  mercies  known  ; 
Come,  ye  that  fear  my  God,  and  hear 
The  wonders  he  hath  done. 

3  When  on  my  head  huge  sorrows  fell, 

1  sought  his  heavenly  aid  ; 

He  saved  my  sinking  soul  from  hell, 
And  death's  eternal  shade. 

4  If  sin  lay  covered  in  my  heart 

While  prayer  employed  my  tongue, 
The  Lord  hath  shown  me  no  regard, 
Nor  I  his  praises  sung. 

5  But  God— his  name  be  ever  blest — 

Hath  set  my  spirit  free ; 


Nor  turned  from  him  my  poor  request, 
Nor  turned  his  heart  from  me. 

OK)0.77ieneio  Commandment. — John  13:  34. 

1  With  love  the  Saviour's  heart  o'erflowed; 

Love  spoke  in  every  breath  ; 
Supreme  it  reigned,  throughout  his  life, 
And  triumphed  in  his  death. 

2  Behold,  this  new  command  he  gives 

To  those  that  bear  his  name, — 
That  they  shall  one  another  love, 
As  he  hath  loved  them. 

3  In  every  action,  every  thought, 

Be  this  great  law  ful tilled ; 

Forgotten  be  each  selfish  aim, 

Each  angry  passion  stilled. 

4  Let  all  who  bear  the  name  of  Christ, 

While  they  his  sufferings  view, 
Think  of  his  words,  "  Each  other  love, 
As  I  have  loved  you." 

LJiL  (  .     "And  entered  into  rest  " 

1  Why  should  our  tears  in  sorrow  flow, 

When  God  recalls  his  own, 
And  bids  them  leave  a  world  of  woo 
For  an  immortal  crown  ? 

2  Is  not  ev'n  death  a  gain  to  those 

Whose  life  to  God  is  given? 
Gladly  to  earth  their  eyes  they  close, 
To  open  them  in  heaven. 

3  Their  toils  are  past,  their  work  is  done, 

And  they  are  fully  blest : 
They  fought  the  fight,  the  victory  won, 
And  entered  into  rest. 

4  Then  let  our  sorrow's  cease  to  flow:' 

God  has  recalled  his  own : 
And  let  our  hearts,  in  every  woe, 
Still  say— "  Thy  will  be  done  I" 


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1  A  few  more  years  shall  roll, 

A  few  more  seasons  come ; 
And  we  shall  be  with  those  that  rest, 

Asleep  within  the  tomb : 
Then,  O  my  Lord,  prepare 

My  soul  for  that  great  day ; 
Oh,  wash  me  in  thy  precious  blood, 

And  take  my  sins  away ! 

2  A  few  more  storms  shall  beat 

On  this  wild,  rocky  shore  ; 
And  we  shall  be  where  tempests  cease, 

And  surges  swell  no  more : 
Then,  O  my  Lord,  prepare 

My  soul  for  that  calm  day  ; 
Oh,  wash  me  in  thy  precious  blood, 

And  take  my  sins  away ! 


S  A  few  more  struggles  here, 

A  few  more  partings  o'er, 
A  few  more  toils,  a  few  more  tears, 

And  we  shall  weep  no  more : 
Then,  O  my  Lord,  prepare 

My  soul  for  that  blest  daj' ; 
Oh,  wash  me  in  thy  precious  blood, 

And  take  my  sins  away  ! 

4  A  few  more  Sabbaths  here 

Shall  cheer  us  on  our  way  ; 
And  we  shall  reach  the  endless  rest, 

Th'  eternal  Sabbath-day : 
Then,  O  my  Lord,  prepare 

My  soul  for  that  sweet  day  ; 
Oh,  wash  me  in  thy  precious  blood, 

And  take  my  sins  away  I 

5  'T  is  but  a  little  while, 

And  he  shall  come  again, 


Who  died  that  we  might  live,  who  lives 
That  we  with  him  mayr  reign : 

Then,  O  my  Lord,  prepare 
My  soul  for  that  glad  day ; 

Oh,  wash  me  in  thy  precious  blood, 
And  take  my  sins  away  ! 

1019.  Tlie  Clmrch  in  the  Wilderness. 

1  Far  clown  the  ages  now, 

Much  of  her  journey  done, 
The  pilgrim  church  pursues  her  way, 
Until  her  crown  be  won. 

2  The  story  of  the  past 

Comes  up  before  her  view ; 
How  well  it  seems  to  suit  her  still — 
Old,  and  yet  ever  new  ! 

3  It  is  the  oft-told  tale 

Of  sin  and  weariness, 
Of  grace  and  love  yet  flowing  down 
To  pardon  and  to  bless. 

4  No  wider  is  the  gate, 

No  broader  is  the  way, 
No  smoother  is  the  ancient  path, 
That  leads  to  life  and  day. 

5  No  sweeter  is  the  cup, 

Nor  less  our  lot  of  ill : 
'T  was  tribulation  ages  since, 
'T  is  tribulation  still. 

6  No  slacker  grows  the  fight, 

No  feebler  is  the  foe, 
Nor  less  the  need  of  armor  tried, 
Of  shield,  and  spear,  and  bow. 

7  Thus  onward  still  we  press, 

Through  evil  and  through  good, — 

Through  pain,  and  poverty,  and  want, 

Through  peril  and  through  blood. 


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And  to  our  Captain  true, 
We  follow  where  he  leads  the  way, 
The  kingdom  in  our  view. 

0_I7.  Invitation  from  Heaven  to  Earth. 

1  Come  to  the  land  of  peace; 

From  shadows  come  away  ; 
Where  all  the  sounds  of  weeping  cease, 
And  storms  no  more  have  sway. 

2  Fear  hath  do  dwelling  here ; 

But  pure  repose  and  love 
Breathe  through  the  bright,  celestial  air 
The  spirit  of  the  dove. 

3  Come  to  the  bright  and  blest, 

Gathered  from  every  land; 
For  here  thy  soul  shall  find  its  rest, 
Amid  the  shining  band. 

4  In  this  divine  abode 

Change  leaves  no  saddening  trace  ; 

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Come,  trusting  spirit,  to  thy  God, 
Thy  holy  restiug-place. 


881.  Trustful  Activity.— Eccl.  11 :  6. 

1  Sow  in  the  morn  thy  seed, 

At  eve  hold  not  thy  hand  ; 
To  doubt  and  fear  give  thou  no  heed; 
Broad-cast  it  o'er  the  land  ! 

2  Then  duly  shall  appear, 

In  verdure,  beauty,  strength, 
The  tender  blade,  the  stalk,  the  ear, 
And  the  full  corn  at  length. 

3  Thou  canst  not  toil  in  vain  : 

Cold,  heat,  and  moist  and  dry 
Shall  foster  and  mature  the  grain 
For  garners  in  the  sky. 

4  Then,  when  the  glorious  end, 

The  day  of  God,  shall  come, 
Tbe  angel-reapers  shall  descend, 
And  heaven  sing  "  Harvest-home !" 


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4  (Jo .       "  Jesus,  Lover  of  my  soul." 

1  Jesus,  Lover  of  my  soul, 

Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  waters  near  me  roll, 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high  : 
Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour,  hide, 

Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past ; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide: 

Oh,  receive  my  soul  at  last ! 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none  ; 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee : 
Leave,  ah  !  leave  me  not  alone  ; 

Still  support  and  comfort  me : 
All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stayed, 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring ; 
Cover  my  defenseless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 


4  ()y .       Christ  a  sufficient  Saviour. 

1  Thou,  O  Christ,  art  all  I  want, 

More  than  all  in  thee  I  find: 
Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 

Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind. 
Just  and  holy  is  thy  name  ; 

I  am  all  unrighteousness : 
False  and  full  of  sin  I  am  ; 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 


Plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  found, 

Grace  to  cover  all  my  sin  ; 
Let  the  healing  streams  abound, 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within. 
Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art, 

Freely  let  me  take  of  thee ; 
Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart ; 

Rise  to  all  eternity. 


410.  "  Looking  unto  Jesus." 

1  When,  along  life's  thorny  road, 
Faints  the  soul  beneath  the  load, 
By  its  cares  and  sins  oppressed, 
Finds  on  earth  no  peace  or  rest ; 
When  the  wily  tempter  's  near, 
Filling  us  with  doubts  and  fear, 
Jesus,  to  thy  feet  we  flee  ; 
Jesus,  we  will  look  to  thee. 

2  Thou,  our  Saviour,  from  the  throne 
List'nest  to  thy  people's  moan  : 
Thou,  the  living  Head,  dost  share 
Every  pang  thy  members  bear : 
Full  of  tenderness  thou  art, 

Thou  wilt  heal  the  broken  heart ; 
Full  of  power,  thine  arm  shall  quell 
All  the  rage  and  might  of  hell. 

3  Mighty  to  redeem  and  save, 
Thou  hast  overcome  the  grave : 
Thou  the  bars  of  death  hast  riven, 
Opened  wide  the  gate  of  heaven : 
Soon  in  glory  thou  shalt  come, 
Taking  thy  poor  pilgrims  home : 
Jesus,  then  we  all  shall  be 
Ever,  ever,  Lord,  with  thee ! 


4  72.  Tlie  TJirice  Holy  One. 

1  Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord 

God  of  Hosts  !  when  heaven  and  earth 
Out  of  darkness,  at  thy  word 

Issued  into  glorious  birth, 
All  thy  works  before  thee  stood, 
And  thine  eye  beheld  them  good ; 
While  they  sung  with  sweet  accord, 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord. 


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2  Holy,  holy,  holy !  thee, 

One  Jehovah  evermore, 
Father,  Son,  and  Spirit !  we, 

Dust  and  ashes,  would  adore : 
Lightly  by  the  world  esteemed. 
From  that  world  by  thee  redeemed, 
Sing  we  here  with  glad  accord, 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord ! 

3  Holy,  holy,  holy !  all 

Heaven's  triumphant  choir  shall  sing, 
While  the  ransomed  nations  fall 

At  the  footstool  of  their  King : 
Then  shall  saints  and  seraphim, 
Harps  and  voices,  swell  one  hymn, 
Blending  in  sublime  accord, 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord ! 

639.  "  WJiom  have  I  in  heaven  but  Thee  P 

1  Lokd  of  earth  !  thy  forming  hand 
Well  this  beauteous  frame  hath  planned, 
Woods  that  wave,  and  hills  that  tower, 
Ocean  rolling  in  his  power : 

Yet,  amid  this  scene  so  fair, 
Should  I  cease  thy  smile  to  share, 
What  were  all  its  joys  to  me  ? 
Whom  have  I  on  earth  but  thee  ? 

2  Lord  of  heaven  !  beyond  our  sight 
Shines  a  world  of  purer  light : 
There,  in  love's  unclouded  reign, 
Parted  hands  shall  meet  again  : 
Oh,  that  world  is  passing  fair  ! 
Yet,  if  thou  Avert  absent  there, 
What  were  all  its  joys  to  me  ? 
Whom  have  I  in  heaven  but  thee  ? 

3  Lord  of  earth  and  heaven !  my  breast 
Seeks  in  thee  its  only  rest : 

I  was  lost;  thy  accents  mild 
Homeward  lured  thy  wandering  child. 
Oh!  should  once  thy  smile  divine 
Cease  upon  mv  soul  to  shine, 
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What  were  earth  or  heaven  to  me 
Whom  have  I  in  each  but  thee  ? 


The  accepted  Offering. 


874. 


1  Lord,  what  offering  shall  we  bring, 

At  thine  altars  when  be  bow  ? 
Hearts,  the  pure  unsullied  spring, 

Whence  the  kind  affections  flow ; 
Soft  compassion's  feeling  soul, 

By  the  melting  eye  expressed ; 
Sympathy,  at  whose  control 

Sorrow  leaves  the  wounded  breast ; 

2  Willing  hands  to  lead  the  blind, 

Bind  the  wounded,  feed  the  poor ; 
Love,  embracing  all  our  kind ; 

Charity,  with  liberal  store : — 
Teach  us,  O  thou  heavenly  King, 

Thus  to  show  our  grateful  mind, 
Thus  th'  accepted  offering  bring, 

Love  to  thee,  and  all  mankind. 


U7  Q     "  The  valle  y  of  the  shadoxo  of  death." 
1  d  •  Psalm  23. 

1  Though  I  walk  the  downward  shade, 

Deepening  through  the  vale  of  death, 
Yet  I  will  not  be  afraid, 

But,  with  my  departing  breath, 
I  will  glory  in  my  God, 

In  my  Saviour  I  will  trust, 
Strengthened  by  his  staff  and  rod, 

While  this  body  falls  to  dust. 

2  Soon  on  wings,  on  wings  of  love, 

My  transported  soul  shall  rise, 
Like  the  home-returning  dove, 

Vanishing  through  boundless  skie3 ; 
Then,  where  death  shall  be  no  more, 

Sin  nor  suffering  ne'er  molest, 
All  my  days  of  mourning  o'er, 

In  his  presence  I  shall  rest. 


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4.  Habitual  Devotion. 

1  While  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power! 

Be  my  vain  wishes  stilled ; 

And  may  this  consecrated  hour 

With  better  hopes  be  filled ! 

2  Thy  love  the  power  of  thought  bestowed; 

To  thee  my  thoughts  would  soar: 
Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flowed ; 
That  mercy  I  adore. 

3  In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 

Thy  ruling  hand  I  see ! 
Each  blessing  to  my  soul  more  dear, 
Because  conferred  by  thee. 

4  In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 

In  every  pain  I  bear, 
My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise, 
Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 

5  When  gladness  wings  my  favored  hour, 

Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill ; 
Resigned,  when  storms  of  sorrow  lower, 
My  soul  shall  meet  thy  will. 

6  My  lifted  eye,  without  a  tear, 

The  gathering  storm  shall  see ; 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear ; 
That  heart  will  rest  on  thee. 

*Z  1 1 .  "  Remembrance  of  Divine  Mercies. 

1  When  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God, 

My  rising  soul  surveys, 
Transported  with  the  view,  I  'm  lost 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praise ! 

2  Unnumbered  comforts  on  my  soul 

Thy  tender  care  bestowed, 
Before  my  infant  heart  conceived 
From  whom  those  comforts  flowed. 

S  When,  in  the  slippery  paths  of  youth, 
With  heedless  step  I  ran, 
Thine  arm,  unseen,  conveyed  me  safe, 
And  led  me  up  to  man. 


4  Ten  thousand,  thousand  precious  gifts 

My  daily  thanks  employ ; 
Nor  is  the  least  a  cheerful  heart, 
That  tastes  those  gifts  with  joy. 

5  Through  every  period  of  my  life 

Thy  goodness  I  '11  pursue ; 
And,  after  death,  in  distant  worlds, 
The  glorious  theme  renew. 

6  Through  all  eternity  to  thee 

A  joyful  song  I  '11  raise  ; 
But,  oh !  eternity  's  too  short 
To  utter  all  thy  praise. 


999     "  Your  heavenly  Father  feedeth  them.n 
***•  Matt.  6:  25-34. 

1  Oh,  why  despond  in  life's  dark  vale  ? 

Why  sink  to  fears  a  prey? 
Th'  almighty  power  can  never  fail, 
His  love  can  ne'er  decay. 

2  Behold  the  birds  that  wing  the  air, 

Nor  sow  nor  reap  the  grain : 

Yet  God,  with  all  a  father's  care, 

Relieves  when  they  complain. 

3  Behold  the  lilies  of  the  field: 

They  toil  nor  labor  know ; 
Yet  royal  robes  to  theirs  must  yield, 
In  beauty's  richest  glow. 

4  That  God  who  hears  the  raven's  cry, 

Who  decks  the  lily's  form, 
Will  surely  all  your  wants  supply, 
And  shield  you  in  the  storm. 

5  Seek  first  his  kingdom's  grace  to  share; 

Its  righteousness  pursue : 
And  all  that  needs  your  earthly  care 
Will  be  bestowed  on  you. 

6  Why  then  despond  in  life's  dark  vale  ? 

Why  sink  to  fears  a  prey  ? 
Th'  almighty  power  can  never  fail, 
His  love  can  ne'er  decay. 


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ALA.        Divine  Providence  and  Grace. 

1  Almighty  Father !  gracious  Lord ! 

Kind  Guardian  of  my  days  ! 

Thy  mercies  let  my  heart  record 

In  songs  of  grateful  praise. 

2  In  life's  first  dawn,  my  tender  frame 

Was  thiue  indulgent  care, 
Long  ere  I  could  pronounce  thy  name, 
Or  breathe  the  infant  prayer. 

3  Each  rolling  year  new  favors  brought 

From  thine  exhaustless  store ; 
But,  ah  !  in  vain  my  laboring  thought 
Would  count  thy  mercies  o'er. 

4  Still  I  adore  thee,  gracious  Lord ! 

For  favors  more  divine — 
That  I  have  known  thy  sacred  word, 
Where  all  thy  glories  shine. 

5  Lord,  when  this  mortal  frame  decays, 

And  every  weakness  dies, 
Complete  the  wonders  of  thy  grace, 
And  raise  me  to  the  skies. 


Beside  the  still  waten 


-Psalm  23. 


218.  - 

1  The  Lord  himself,  the  mighty  Lord, 

Vouchsafes  to  be  my  guide; 
The  Shepherd,  by  whose  constant  care 
My  wants  are  all  supplied. 

2  In  tender  grass  he  makes  me  feed, 

And  gently  there  repose  ; 
Then  leads  me  to  cool  shades,  and  where 
Refreshing  water  Hows. 

8  He  does  my  wandering  soul  reclaim, 
And,  to  Ins  endless  praise, 
Instruct  with  humble  zeal  to  walk 
In  his  mojt  rLhtejUo  ways. 


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4  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale  of  death, 

From  fear  and  danger  free  ; 
For  there  his  aiding  rod  and  staff 
Defend  and  comfort  me. 

5  Since  God  doth  thus  his  wondrous  love 

Through  all  my  life  extend, 
That  life~to  him  I  will  devote, 
And  in  his  temple  spend. 


"And  Jesus  went  hefore  them." 
Mark  10  :  32. 


288. 


1  The  Saviour ! — what  a  noble  flame 

Was  kindled  in  his  breast, 
When,  hastening  to  Jerusalem, 
He  marched  before  the  rest ! 

2  Good  will  to  men,  and  zeal  for  God, 

His  every  thought  engross ; 
He  longs  to  be  baptized  With  blood, 
He  pants  to  reach  the  cross. 

3  With  all  his  sufferings  full  in  view, 

And  woes  to  us  unknown, 
Forth  to  the  task  his  spirit    flew: 
'T  was  love  that  urged  him  on. 

4  Lord,  we  return  thee  what  we  can; 

Our  hearts  shall  sound  abroad 
Salvation  to  the  dying  Man, 
And  to  the  rising  God  ! 

5  And  while  thy  bleeding  glories  here 

Engage  our  wondering  eyes, 
We  learn  our  lighter  cross  to  bear, 
And  hasten  to  the  skies. 

Doxology. 

Let  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit,  be  adored, 
"Where  there  are  works   to   make   him 
known, 
Or  saints  to  love  the  Lord! 


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"  Glory  to  our  King." 


1  Glory,  glory  to  our  King! 

Crowns  unfading  wreathe  his  head ; 
Jesus  is  the  name  we  sing — 

Jesus  risen  from  the  dead ; 
Jesus,  Conqu'ror  o'er  the  grave ; 
Jesus,  mighty  now  to  save. 

2  Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high, 

Angels  come  to  meet  their  King ; 
Shouts  triumphant  rend  the  sky, 

While  the  Victor's  praise  they  sing : 
"  Open  now,  ye  heavenly  gates ! 
'Tis  the  King  of  glory  waits." 

3  Now  behold  him  high  enthroned, 

Glory  beaming  from  his  face ! 
By  adoring  angels  owned, 

God  of  holiness  and  grace ! 
Oh,  for  hearts  and  tongues  to  sing 
"Glory,  glory  to  our  King!" 


4  Jesus,  on  thy  people  shine  ; 

Warm  our 'hearts  and  tune  our  tongues, 
That  with  angels  we  may  join, 

Share  their  bliss,  and  swell  their  songs ; 
Glory,  honor,  praise,  and  power, 
Lord,  be  thine  for  evermore ! 


425.   "I  am  the  Light  of  the  World." 

I  Christ,  whose  glory  fills  the  skies, 
Christ,  the  true,  the  only  light, 
Sun  of  Righteousness !  arise ; 


Triumph  o'er  the  shades  of  night ; 
Day-spring  from  on  high,  be  near; 
Day-star,  in  my  heart  appear ! 

Dark  and  cheerless  is  the  morn, 
If  thy  light  is  hid  from  me ; 

Joyless  is  the  day's  return, 
Till  thy  mercy's  beams  I  see — 

Till  they  inward  light  impart, 

Glad  my  eyes,  and  warm  my  heart. 


Visit,  then,  this  soul  of  mine; 

Pierce  the  gloom  of  sin  and  grief, 
Fill  me,  radiant  Sun  divine  ! 

Scatter  all  my  unbelief: 
More  and  more  thyself  display, 
Shining  to  the  perfect  day. 


106. 


The  Praise  of  all  His  saints" 


Praise  to  God  on  high  be  given ! 
Praise  him,  all  in  earth  and" heaven 
Praise  him  at  the  dawn  of  light, 
Praise  him  at  returning  night : 
Saints  below,  and  saint's  above, 
Praise,  oh,  praise  the  God  of  love ! 


Doxology. 

Praise  the  name  of  God  most  high ; 
Praise  him,  all  below  the  sky ; 
Praise  him,  all  ye  heavenly  host — 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ! 
As  through  countless  ages  past, 
Evermore  his  praise  shall  last. 


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'•How  much  I  owe. 


1  When  this  passing  world  is  clone- 
When  has  sunk  yon  glorious  sun  ; 
When  we  stand  with  Christ  in  glory, 
Looking  o'er  life's  finished  story ; 
Then,  Lord,  shall  I  fully  know- 
Not  till  then — how  much  I  owe ! 


2  When  I  hear  the  wicked  call 
On  the  rocks  and  hills  to  fall ; 
When  I  see  them  start  and  shrink, 
On  the  fiery  deluge  brink ; 
Then,  Lord,  shall  I  fully  know — 
Not  till  then — how  much  I  owe  ! 


3  When  I  stand  before  the  throne, 
Clothed  in  beauty  not  my  own ; 
When  I  see  thee  as  thou  art, 
Love  thee  with  unsinning  heart  ! 
Then,  Lord,  shall  I  fully  know- 
Not  till  then— how  much  I  owe ! 


4  When  the  praise  of  heaven  I  hear, 
Loud  as  thunders  to  the  ear, 
Loud  as  many  waters1  noise, 
Sweet  as  harp's  melodious  voice, 
Then,  Lord,  shall  I  fully  know — 
Not  till  then— how  much  I  owe  ! 


/  1 0 .       Obligation  to  Christ  manifested. 

1  Chosen  not  for  good  in  me, 
Wakened  up  from  wrath  to  flee, 
Hidden  in  the  Saviour's  side,— 
By  the  Spirit  sanctified — 
Teach  me,  Lord,  on  earth  to  show, 
By  my  love,  how  much  I  owe. 


2  Oft  I  walk  beneath  the  cloud, 
Dark  as  midnight's  gloomy  shroud 
But,  when  fear  is  at  the  height, 
Jesus  comes,  and  all  is  light : 
Blessed  Jesus  !  bid  me  show 
Doubting  saints  how  much  I  owe, 


3  Oft  the  nights  of  sorrow  reign — 
Weeping,  "sickness,  sighing,  pain; 
But  a  night  thine  anger  burns — 
Morning  comes,  and  joy  returns: 
God  of  comforts  !  bid  me  show 
To  thy  poor  how  much  1  owe. 


4  When  in  flowery  paths  I  tread, 
Oft  by  sin  I  'm  captive  led, 
Oft  Ifall,  but  still  arise— 
Jesus  comes — the  tempter  fliog ; 
Blessed  Jesus  !  bid  me  show 
Weary  sinners-  all  I  owe. 


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"  Make,  a  joyful  noise  unto  Him  with 
paalnm." — Psalm  95. 

1  Come,  sound  his  praise  abroad, 

And  hymns  of  glory  sing; 
Jehovah  is  the  sovereign  God, 
The  universal  King. 

2  He  formed  the  deeps  unknown ; 

He  gave  the  seas  their  bound; 
The  watery  worlds  are  all  his  own, 
And  all  the  solid  ground. 

3  Come,  worship  at  his  throne, 

Come,  bow  before  the  Lord  : 
We  are  his  work  and  not  our  own ; 
He  formed  us  by  his  word. 

4  To-day  attend  his  voice, 

Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod ; 
Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice, 
And  own  your  gracious  God. 


iOO. 


"  T7ie  Lord  isrisen  indeed" 


X  "  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed  ;*' 
Now  is  his  work  performed ; 
Now  is  the  mighty  Captive  freed, 
And  death  our  foe  disarmed. 

2  "  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed  :" 

The  grave  has  lost  his  prey ; 
With  him  is  risen  the  ransomed  seed 
To  reign  in  endless  day. 

3  "  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed  :" 

He  lives,  to  die  no  more ; 
He  lives,  the  sinner's  cause  to  plead, 
Whose  curse  and  shame  he  bore. 

4  "The  Lord  is  risen  indeed  :"■ 

Attending  angels,  hear ; 
Up  to  the  courts  of  heaven,  with  speed, 
The  joyful  tidings  bear. 


5  Then  take  your  golden  lyres, 

And  strike  each  cheerful  chord ; 
Join  all  the  bright,  celestial  choirs, 
To  sing  our  risen  Lord  ! 


"  I  stand  on  Zion's  mount: 


681. 


1  I  staxd  on  Zion's  mount, 

And  view  my  starry  crown ; 
No  power  on  earth  my  hope  can  shake, 
Nor  hell  can  thrust  me  down. 

2  The  lofty  hills  and  towers, 

That  lift  their  heads  on  high, 
Shall  all  be  leveled  low  in  dust — 
Their  very  names  shall  die. 

3  The  vaulted  heavens  shall  fall, 

Built  by  Jehovah's  hands ; 
But  firmer  than  the  heavens,  the  Rock 
Of  my  salvation  stands. 

OQf)    "So  fight  J,  not  as  one  that  beateth  ih» 

1  My  soul !  weigh  not  thy  life 

Against  thy  "heavenly  crown. 
Nor  suffer  Satan's  deadliest  strife 
To  beat  thy  courage  down. 

2  With  prayer  aud  crying  strong, 

Hold  on  the  fearful  fight ; 
And  let  the  breaking  day  prolong 
The  wrestling  of  the  night. 

3  The  battle  scon  will  yield, 

If  thou  thy  part  fulfill; 
For,  strong  as  is  the  hostile  shield, 
Thy  sword  is  stronger  still. 

4  Thine  armor  is  divine— 

Thy  feet  with  victory  shod  ; 
And  on  thy  head  shalf  quickly  shine 
The  diadem  of  God ! 


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OJO.  Epb.6:  11-14. 

1  Soldiers  of  Christ  arise, 

And  put  your  armor  on — 
Strong  in  the  strength  which  God  sup* 
plies 
Through  his  eternal  Son — 

2  Strong  in  the  Lord  of  hosts, 

And  in  his  might}'  power : 
Who  in  the  strength  of  Jesus  trusts, 
Is  more  than  conqueror. 

3  Stand,  then,  in  his  great  might, 

With  all  his  strength  endued ; 
But  take,  to  arm  you  for  the  fight, 
The  panoply  of  God ; 

4  That,  having  all  things  done, 

And  all  your  conflicts  past 
Ye  may  o'ercome,  through  Christ  alone, 
And  stand  entire  at  last. 


'•By  the  grace  of  God,  lam  what 
lam" 


1014. 


1  Grace  I  'tis  a  charming  sound, 
Harmonious  to  the  ear ; 


Heaven  with  the  echo  shall  resound, 
And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 

2  Grace  first  contrived  a  way 

To  save  rebellious  man ; 
And  all  the  steps  that  grace  display, 
Which  drew  the  wondrous  plan, 

3  Grace  taught  my  wandering  feet 

To  tread  the  heavenly  road  ; 
And  new  supplies  each  hour  I  meet, 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 

4  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown, 

Through  everlasting  days  ; 
It  lays  in  heaven  the  topmost  stone, 
And  well  deserves  the  praise. 


Doxologt. 

The  Father  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit  we  adore  ; 
We  praise,  we  bless,  we  worship  thee, 

Both  now  and  evermore ! 


SILVER  STREET.    S.  M 


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FEDERAL  STREET.    L.  M. 


79, 


Arise,    0  Lord  God,  into  Thy  resting- 
place:'— -2  Chron.  G  :  41. 

1  God  in  his  temple  let  us  meet ; 
Low  on  our  knees  before  him  bend ; 
Here  hath  he  iixed  his  mercy-seat, 
Here,  on  his  Sabbath  we  attend. 

2  Arise  into  thy  resting-place, 

Thou,  and  thy  ark  of  strength,  O  Lord ! 
Shine  through  the  vail— we  seek  thy  face; 
Speak,  for  we  hearken  to  thy  word. 

3  With  righteousness  thy  priests  array ; 
Joyful  thy  chosen  people  be ; 

Let  those  who  teach,  and  hear,  and  pray, 
Let  all  be  holiness  to  thee. 

8  2 .        Christ  present  in  ike  Sanctuary. 

1  How  sweet  to  leave  the  world  awhile, 
And  seek  the  presence  of  our  Lord.' 
Dear  Saviour,  on  thy  people  smile, 
And  come,  according  to  thy  word. 

2  From  busy  scenes  we  now  retreat, 
That  we  may  here  converse  with  thee ; 
Ah,  Lord,  behold  us  at  thy  feet ! 

Let  this  the  "gate  of  heaven"  be. 

3  "  Chief  of  ten  thousand !"  now  appear, 
That  we  bv  faith  may  see  thy  face ; 
Oh,  speak,  that  we  thy  voice  may  hear, 
And  let  thy  presence  fill  this  place  ! 

OHfi        "Neither  is  there  salvation  in  any 
OUO.  other." 

1  How  shall  the  sons  of  men  appear, 
Great  God!  before  thine  awful  bar? 
How  may  the  guilty  hope  to  find 
Acceptance  with  th'  eternal  Mind  ? 

2  Not  vows,  nor  groans,  nor  broken  cries, 
Not  the  most  costly  sacrifice, 

Not  infant  blood,  profusely  spilt, 
Will  expiate  a  sinner's  guilt. 


3  Thy  blood,  dear  Jesus,  thine  alone, 
Hath  sovereign  virtue  to  atone : 
Here  will  we  rest  our  only  plea, 
When  we  approach,  great  God !  to  thee. 


Unto  the  Lamb  for  ever."1 
Rev.  5. 


342. 


1  What  equal  honors  shall  we  bring 
To  thee,  O  Lord  our  God,  the  Lamb, 
When  all  the  notes  that  angels  sing 
Are  far  inferior  to  thy  name  ? 

2  Worthy  is  he  who  once  was  slain, 

The  Prince  of  Peace,  who  groaned  and 

died; 
Worthy  to  rise,  and  live  and  reign 
At  his  almighty  Father's  side. 

3  Blessings  for  ever  on  the  Lamb, 

Who  bore  the  curse  for  wretched  men : 
Let  angels  sound  his  sacred  name, 
And  every  creature  say,  Amen ! 


Solomon's  Prayer.— -2  Chron.  6. 


1072. 


When  in  these  courts  we  seek  thy  face, 
And  dying  sinners  pray  to  live. 
Hear  thou,  in  heaven,  thy  dwelling-place, 
And  when  thou  hearest,  Lord !  forgive. 

When  here  thy  messengers  proclaim 
The  blessed  gospel  of  thy  Son, 
Still  by  the  power  of  his  great  name 
Be  mighty  signs  and  wonders  done. 

Hosanna !— to  their  heavenly  King 
When  children's  voices  raise  that  song— 
Hosanna !— let  their  angels  sing, 
And  heaven  with  earth  the  strain  pro- 

long. 
But  will,  indeed,  Jehovah  deign 
Here  to  abide,  no  transient  guest  ? 
Here  will  the  world's  Redeemer  reign, 
And  here  the  Holy  Spirit  rest  ? 


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5  That  glory  never  hence  depart ! 

Yet  choose  not,  Lord,  this  house  alone  : 
Thy  kingdom  come  to  every  heart ; 
In  every"bosoin  fix  thy  throne. 

Q_f  Q    "  Thou  in  faithfulness  hast  afflicted 
J±J.  me» 

1  Long  unafflicted,  undismayed, 

In  pleasure's  path  secure  I  strayed  ; 
Thou  mad'st  me  feel  thy  chastening  rod, 
And  straight  I  turned  unto  my  God. 

2  What  though  it  pierced  my  fainting  heart, 
I  blessed  thy  hand  that  caused  the  smart ; 
It  taught  my  tears  awhile  to  flow, 

But  saved  me  from  eternal  woe. 

3  Oh!  hadst  thou  left  me  unchastised, 
Thy  precepts  I  had  still  despised; 
And  still  the  snare  in  secret  laid 
Had  my  unwary  feet  betrayed. 

4  I  love  thee,  therefore,  O  my  God ! 
And  long  to  reach  thy  dear  abode ; 
Where,  in  thy  presence  fully  blest, 
Thy  chosen  saints  for  ever  rest. 

J.  l-i4.  "  The  world  shall  hear  Thy  voice." 

1  Sovereign  of  worlds!  display  thy  power, 
Be  this  thy  Zion's  favored  hour ; 

Bid  the  bright  morning  Star  arise, 
And  point  the  nations  to  the  skies. 

2  Set  up  thy  throne  where  Satan  reigns, — 
On  Afric's  shore,  on  India's  plains, 

On  wilds  and  continents  unknown, — 
And  make  the  nations  all  thine  own. 

5  Speak!   and  the  world  shall  hear  thy 

voice; 
Speak  !  and  the  deserts  shall  rejoice  ; 
Scatter  the  gloom  of  heathen  night, 
And  bid  all  nations  hail  the  light. 


mo       "  Why  is  His  chariot  so  long  in 
°'  coining?'' 

1  Gently,  my  Saviour,  let  me  down, 
To  slumber  in  the  arms  of  death  ; 
I  rest  my  soul  on  thee  alone, 
Ev'n  till  my  last,  expiring  breath. 

2  Soon  will  the  storm  of  life  be  o'er, 
And  I  shall  enter  endless  rest ; 
There  I  shall  live  to  sin  no  more, 
And  bless  thy  name,  for  ever  blest. 

3  Bid  me  possess  sweet  peace  within  ; 
Let  childlike  patience  keep  my  heart ; 
Then  shall  I  feel  my  heaven  begin, 
Before  my  spirit  hence  depart. 

4  Oh,  speed  thy  chariot,  God  of  love, 
And  take  me  from  this  world  of  woe ; 
I  long  to  reach  those  joys  above, 
And  bid  farewell  to  all  below. 

5  There  shall  my  raptured  spirit  raise 
Still  louder  notes  than  angels  sing, — 
High  glories  to  Immanuel's  grace, 
My  God,  my  Saviour,  and  m}-  King ! 

"(997  "  My  soul  follaweth  hard  after  TheeS 
-L--J<-  Psalm  6a 

1  We  go  with  the  redeemed  to  taste 
Of  joy  supreme,  that  never  dies  ; 
Our  feet  still  press  the  weary  waste, 
Our  hearts,  our  home,  are  in  the  skie3. 

2  And,  oh  !  while  on  to  Zion's  hill 
The  toilsome  path  of  life  we  tread, 
Around  us,  loving  Father,  still 
Thy  circling  wings  of  mercy  spread. 

3  From  day  to  day,  from  hour  to  hour, 
Oh  let  our  rising  spirits  prove 

The  strength  of  thine  almighty  power, 
The  sweetness  of  thy  saving  love ! 


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1  Great  Author  of  my  being, 

I  am  consumed  with  care  ; 
The  ills  of  thy  decreeing, 

Enable  me  to  bear : 
The  spirit  of  contrition, 

Oh,  may  I  now  receive ; 
For  all  my  soul's  ambition 

Is  worthily  to  grieve. 

2  The  grief  beyond  expressing, 

To  me,  O  Lord,  impart ; 
I  ask  this  only  blessing — 

An  humble,  broken  heart ; 
The  justice  of  thy  sentence 

With  meekest  awe  to  own ; 
And  spend,  in  deep  repentance, 

My  last,  expiring  groan. 

3  In  that  decisive  hour, 

When  pain,  with  life,  shall  end, 
Then,  O  thou  God  of  power, 

Thou  God  of  love,  attend ! 
And  bear,  oh,  bear  my  burden, 

And  help  my  last  distress  ; 
And  give  me  back  my  pardon, 

And  bid  me  die  in  peace ! 

O  ncy    "  Take  no  thought/or  the  morrow? 
VIA.  Matt.  6:  25-34. 

1  In  holy  contemplation, 
We  sweetly  now  pursue 
The  theme  of  God's  salvation, 
And  find  it  ever  new : 


Set  free  from  present  sorrow, 
We  cheerfully  can  say, 

"Ev'n  let  the  unknown  morrow 
Bring  with  it  what  it  may." 

2  It  can  bring  with  it  nothing 

But  he  will  bear  us  through  ; 
Who  gives  the  lilies  clothing 

Will  clothe  his  people  too : 
Beneath  the  spreading  heavens 

No  creature  but  is  fed ; 
And  he  who  feeds  the  ravens 

Will  give  his  children  bread. 


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1  Roll  on,  thou  mighty  ocean ! 

And,  as  thy  billows  flow, 
Bear  messengers  of  mercy 

To  every  land  below : 
Arise,  ye  gales !  and  waft  them 

Safe  to  the  destined  shore ; 
That  man  may  sit  in  darkness 

And  death's  black  shade  no  mora. 

2  O  thou  eternal  Ruler ! 

Who  holdest  in  thine  arm 
The  tempests  of  the  ocean, 

Protect  them  from  all  harm  ! 
Thy  presence  still  be  with  them, 

Wherever  they  may  be ; 
Though  far  from  us  who  love  them 

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1  To  thee,  my  God,  my  Saviour, 

My  soul,  exulting,  sings, 
Rejoicing  iu  thy  favor, 

Almighty  King  of  kings! 
I  '11  celebrate  thy  glory, 

With  all  the  saints  above, 
And  tell  the  joyful  story 

Of  thy  redeeming  love. 

2  Soon  as  the  morn  with  roses 

Bedecks  the  dewy  east, 
And  when  the  sun  reposes 

Upon  the  ocean's  breast, 
My  voice  in  supplication, 

My  Saviour,  thou  shalt  hear; 
Oh,  grant  mo  thy  salvation, 

Arid  to  ray  soul  draw  near! 

S  By  thee  through  life  supported, 

I  pass  the  dangerous  road, 
With  heavenly  hosts  escorted 

Up  to  their  bright  abode : 
There  east  my  crown  before  thee, 

And,  all  my  conflicts  o'er, 
Unceasingly  adore  thee  : 

What  would  an  angel  more  ? 


*74  fi  '^e  Jiat*1  borne  our  griefs,  and  carried 
'      u  *  oiir  sorrows.'''' — Isaiah  53 :  4. 

1  I  lav  my  sins  on  Jesus, 

The  spotless  Lamb  of  God  ; 


He  bears  them  all,  and  frees  us 
From  the  accursed  load : 

I  bring  my  guilt  to  Jesus, 
To  wash  my  crimson  stains 

White  in  his  Wood  most  precious, 
Till  not  a  stain  remains. 

2  I  lay  my  wants  on  Jesus  ; 

All  fullness  dwells  in  him ; 
He  heals  all  my  diseases, 

He  doth  my  soul  redeem  : 
I  lay  my  griefs  on  Jesus,    * 

My  burdens  and  my  cares ; 
He  from  them  all  releases, 

He  all  my  sorrow  shares. 

3  I  rest  my  soul  on  Jesus, 

This  weary  soul  of  mine ; 
His  right  hand  me  embraces, 

I  on  his  breast  recline. 
I  love  the  name  of  Jesus, 

Immanuel,  Christ,  the  Lord ; 
Like  fragrance  on  the  breezes, 

His  name  abroad  is  poured. 

£  I  long  to  be  like  Jesus, 

Meek,  loving,  lowly,  mild ; 
I  long  to  be  like  Jesus, 

The  Father's  holy  child : 
I  long  to  be  with  Jesus 

Amid  the  heavenly  throng, 
To  sing  with  saints  his  praises, 

To  learn  the  angers'  song. 


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94.     "T7ie  God  of  Peace:'— Heb.  13 :  20,  21. 

2  Now  may  the  God  of  peace  and  love, 
Who,  from  th'  imprisoning  grave, 
Restored  the  Shepherd  of  the  sheep, 
Omnipotent  to  save  ; 

2  Through  the  rich  merits  of  that  blood, 

Which  he  on  Calvary  spilt, 
To  make  th'  eternal  cov'nant  sure, 
On  which  our  hopes  are  built ; 

3  Perfect  our  souls  in  every  grace, 

T'  accomplish  all  his  will ; 
And  all  that 's  pleasing  in  his  sight 
Inspire  us  to  fulfill ! 

4  For  Christ  the  Mediator's  sake 

We  every  blessing  pray : 
With  glory  let  his  name  be  crowned, 
Through  heaven's  eternal  day ! 

281. 

1  Behold,  where,  in  a  mortal  form, 

Appears  each  grace  divine ; 
The  virtues,  all  in  Jesus  met, 
With  mildest  radiance  shine. 

2  To  spread  the  rays  of  heavenly  light, 

To  give  the  mourner  joy, 
To  preach  glad  tidings  to  the  poor, 
Was  his  divine  employ. 

5  'Mid  keen  reproach,  and  cruel  scorn, 

Patient  and  meek  he  stood : 
His  foes,  ungrateful,  sought  his  life ; 
He  labored  for  their  good. 

4  In  the  last  hour  of  deep  distress, 
Before  his  Father's  throne, 
With  soul  resigned,  he  bowed,  and  said, 
"  Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done !" 

0  Be  Christ  our  pattern  and  our  guide ; 
Hie  image  may  we  bear ; 


All  virtues  seen  in  Christ. 


Oh,  may  we  tread  his  holy  steps, 
His  joy  and  glory  share  ! 


•There  is  none  that  doeth  good: 
Psalm  ]4. 


494. 


1  The  Lord,  from  his  celestial  throne, 

Looked  down  on  things  below, 
To  find  the  man  that  sought  his  grace, 
Or  did  his  justice  know. 

2  By  nature  all  are  gone  astray, 

Their  practice  all  the  same  ; 
There 's  none  that  fears  his  Maker's  hand 
There 's  none  that  loves  his  name. 

3  Their  tongues  are  used  to  speak  deceit, 

Their  slanders  never  cease ; 
How  swift  to  mischief  are  their  feet, 
Nor  know  the  paths  of  peace ! 

4  Such  seeds  of  sin — that  bitter  root — 

In  every  heart  are  found ; 
Nor  can  they  bear  diviner  fruit 
Till  grace  refine  the  ground. 


"Blessed  be  the  name  of  the  Lord: 
Job  1 :  21. 


935. 


1  Naked  as  from  the  earth  we  came, 

And  entered  life  at  first ; 
Naked  we  to  the  earth  return, 
And  mix  with  kindred  dust. 

2  Whate'er  we  fondly  call  our  own 

Belongs  to  heaven's  great  Lord; 
The  blessings  lent  us  for  a  day 
Are  soon  to  be  restored. 

3  'T  is  God  that  lifts  our  comforts  high, 

Or  sinks  them  in  the  grave : 
He  gives  ;  and  when  he  takes  away, 
He  takes  but  what  he  gave. 

4  Then  ever  blessed  be  his  name  ! 

His  goodness  swelled  our  store ; 
His  justice  but  resumes  its  own; 
Still  we  the  Lord  adore. 


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1061.        "  They  watch  for  your  souls.'" 

1  Let  Zion's  watchmen  all  awake, 

And  take  th'  alarm  they  give  : 
Now  let  them  from  the  mouth  of  God 
Their  solemn  charge  receive. 

2  'T  is  not  a  cause  of  small  import 

The  pastor's  care  demands ; 
But  what  might  fill  an  angel's  heart, 
And  filled  a  Saviour's  hands. 

3  They  watch  for  souls,  for  which  the  Lord 

Did  heavenly  bliss  forego  ; 
For  souls  which  must  for  ever  live 
In  rapture  or  in  woe. 

4  May  they  that  Jesus  whom  they  preach, 

Their  own  Redeemer,  see : 
Lord,  watch  thou  daily  o'er  their  souls, 
That  they  may  watch  for  thee. 

1  A7H  "  Come  in,  thou  blessed  of  tlie  Lord.'1'' 
lUJU.  Gen.  24:  31. 

1  Come  in,  thou  blessed  of  the  Lord, 

Stranger  nor  foe  art  thou : 
We  welcome  thee  with  warm  accord, 
Our  friend,  our  brother  now. 

2  The  hand  of  fellowship,  the  heart 

Of  love,  we  offer  thee ; 
Leaving  the  world,  thou  dost  but  part 
From  lies  and  vanity. 

5  Come  with  us— we  will  do  thee  good, 

As  God  to  us  hath  done ; 
Stand  but  in  him,  as  those  have  stood 

Whose  faith  the  victory  won. 
4  And  when,  by  turns,  we  pass  away, 

And  star  by  star  grows  dim, 
May  each,  translated  into  day, 

Be  lost  and  found  in  him. 

1229 .    "  Our  journey  is  a  thorny  maze." 
1  Lord  !  what  a  wretched  land  is  this, 
That  yields  us  no  supply ; 


No  cheering  fruits,  no  wholesome  trees, 
No  streams  of  living  joy ! 

2  Our  journey  is  a  thorny  maze, 

But  we  press  upward  still — 
Forget  these  troubles  of  the  ways, 
And  march  to  Zion's  hill. 

3  There,  on  a  green  and  flowery  mount, 

Our  weary  souls  shall  sit ; 
And,  with  transporting  joys,  recount 
The  labors  of  our  feet. 

4  Eternal  glory  to  the  King 

That  brought  us  safely  through ! 
Our  tongue  shall  never  cease  to  sing, 
And  endless  praise  renew. 

1243.  "/ shall  go  to  Him:' 

1  Blest  hour,  when  righteous  souls  shall 

meet, 
Shall  meet  to  part  no  more ; 
And  with  celestial  welcome  greet 
On  an  immortal  shore  ! 

2  The  parent  finds  his  long  lost  child ; 

Brothers  on  brothers  gaze : 
The  tear  of  resignation  mild, 
Is  changed  to  joy  and  praise. 

3  Each  tender  tie,  dissolved  with  pain, 

With  endless  bliss  is  crowned : 
All  that  was  dead  revives  again, 
All  that  was  lost  is  found. 

4  Congenial  minds,  arrayed  in  light, 

High  thoughts  shall  interchange : 
Nor  cease,  with  ever  new  delight, 
On  wings  of  love  to  range. 

5  Their  Father  marks  their  generous  flame, 

And  looks  complacent  down  : 
The  smile  that  owns  their  filial  claim 
Is  their  immortal  crown. 


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1  Your  harps,  ye  trembling  saints, 

Down  from  the  willows  take : 
Loud  to  the  praise  of  love  divine 
Bid  every  string  awake. 

2  Though  in  a  foreign  land, 

We  are  not  far  from  home  ; 
And  nearer  to  our  house  above 
We  every  moment  come. 

3  His  grace  will  to  the  end 

Stronger  and  brighter  shine ; 
Nor  present  things,  nor  things  to  come, 
Shall  quench  the  spark  divine. 

4  When  we  in  darkness  walk, 

Nor  feel  the  heavenly  flame, 
Then  is  the  time  to  trust  our  God, 
And  rest  upon  his  name. 

5  Soon  shall  our  doubts  and  fears 

Subside  at  his  control ; 
His  loving  kindness  shall  break  through 
The  midnight  of  the  soul. 

6  Blest  is  the  man,  O  Lord, 

Who  stays  himself  on  thee ; 
Who  waits  for  thy  salvation,  Lord, 
Shall  thy  salvation  see. 


1237. 


"For  ever  with  the  Lord.'1'' 
IThess.  4:  IT. 

1  "  For  ever  with  the  Lord !" 

Amen  !  so  let  it  be  : 
Life  from  the  dead  is  in  that  word 
'T  is  immortality ! 

2  My  Father's  house  on  high, 

Home  of  my  soul !  how  near, 
At  times,  to  faith's  aspiring  eye, 
Thy  golden  gates  appear  { 

3  "  For  ever  with  the  Lord  I" 

Father,  if 't  is  thy  will, 


1       I      I 

The  promise  of  thy  gracious  word, 
Ev'n  here  to  me  fulfill. 

4  Be  thou  at  my  right  hand ; 

So  shall  I  never  fail : 
Uphold  thou  me  and  I  shall  stand ; 
Help,  and  I  shall  prevail. 

5  So,  when  my  latest  breath 

Shall  rend  the  vail  in  twain, 
By  death  I  shall  escape  from  death, 
And  life  eternal  gain. 

G  Knowing  "  as  I  am  known," 
How  shall  I  love  that  word, 
And  oft  repeat  before  the  throne, 
"  For  ever  with  the  Lord  !" 


1  9 (\Q      "Even  so,  come,  Lord  Jesus." 
LZi\JJ.  Kev.  22:20. 

1  Come,  Lord  !  and  tarry  not ; 

Bring  the  long-looked-for  day ; 
Oh !  why  these  years  of  waiting  here, 
These  ages  of  delay  ? 

3  Come  !  for  the  good  are  few; 
They  lift  the  voice  in  vain  ; 
Faith  waxes  fainter  on  the  earth, 
And  love  is  on  the  wane. 

3  Come,  for  love  waxes  cold, 

Its  steps  are  faint  and  slow ; 
Faith  now  is  lost  in  unbelief; 
Hope's  lamp  burns  dim  and  low. 

4  Come  !  for  creation  groans, 

Impatient  of  thy  stay, 
Worn  out  with  these  long  years  of  ill, 
These  ages  of  delay. 

5  Come,  and  make  all  things  new, 

Build  up  this  ruined  earth; 
Restore  our  faded  Paradise — « 
Creation's  second  birth ! 


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Of  everlasting  peace ; 
Come,  take  the  kingdom  to  thyself, 
Great  King  of  righteousness  ! 

1060.       "  Watch  ye,  therefore? 

1  Ye  servants  of  the  Lord, 

Each  in  his  office  wait, 
Observant  of  his  heavenly  word, 
And  watchful  at  his  gate. 

2  Let  all  our  lamps  be  bright, 

And  trim  the  golden  flame : 
Gird  up  your  loins  as  in  his  sight, 
For  awful  is  his  name. 

S  Watch !  't  is  your  Lord's  command ; 
And  while  we  speak  he 's  near : 
Mark  the  first  signal  of  his  hand, 
And  ready  all  appear. 

4  Oh,  happy  servant  he 

In  such  a  posture  found  ! 
He  shall  his  Lord  with  rapture  see, 
And  be  with  honor  crowned. 

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What  is  man,  that  T7wn  art  mindful 
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1  O  Lord,  our  heavenly  King, 

Thy  name  is  all  divine  ; 
Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  spread, 
And  o'er  the  heavens  they  shine. 

2  When  to  thy  works  on  high 

I  raise  my  wondering  eyes, 
And  see  the  moon,  complete  in  light, 
Adorn  the  darksome  skies  ; — 

3  When  I  survey  the  stars, 

And  all  their  shining  forms, 
Lord,  what  is  man,  that  worthless  thing, 
Akin  to  dust  and  worms ! 

4  Lord,  what  is  worthless  man, 

That  thou  shouldst  love  him  so ! 
Next  to  thine  angels  he  is  placed, 
And  lord  of  all  below. 

5  O  Lord,  our  heavenly  King, 

Thy  name  is  all  divine  ; 
Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  spread, 
And  o'er  the  heavens  they  shine. 


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Ji'Ji 0 .     Blessings  o/GocTs  Presence. 

1  God,  in  the  high  and  holy  place, 

Looks  down  upon  the  spheres  ; 
And  in  his  providence  and  grace 
To  ever}r  eye  appears. 

2  He  bows  the  heavens ;   the  mountains 

stand 
A  highway  for  our  God : 
lie  Avafks  amid  the  desert  land ; 
'T  is  Eden  where  he  trod. 

3  The  forests  in  his  strength  rejoice  ; 

Hark !  on  the  evening  breeze, 
As  once  of  old,  the  "Lord  God's  voice" 
Is  heard  among  the  trees. 

4  If  God  hath  made  this  world  so  fair, 

Where  sin  and  death  abound, 
How  beautiful  beyond  compare 
Will  Paradise  be  found ! 

K  f\  Q     "  Ho  !  every  one  that  thir Steffi." 
OUO.  Isaiah  55:  1,2. 

1  Let  every  mortal  ear  attend, 

And  every  heart  reioice  ; 
The  trumpet  of  the  (5ospel  sounds 
With  an  inviting  voice. 

2  Ho  !  all  ye  hungry,  starving  souls, 

That  feed  upon  the  wind, 
And  vainly  strive  with  earthly  toys 
To  fill  an  empty  mind : 

3  Eternal  wisdom  has  prepared 

A  soul-reviving  feast, 
And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
The  rich  provision  taste. 

4  Ho !  ye  that  pant  for  living  streams, 

And  pine  away  and  die : 
Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirst 
With  springs  that  never  dry. 

6  Rivers  of  love  and  mercy  here 
In  a  rich  ocean  join ; 


Salvation  in  abundance  flows, 
Like  floods  of  milk  and  wine. 
6  The  happy  gates  of  gospel-grace 
Stand  open  night  and  day  : 

Lord,  we  are  come  to  seek  supplies, 
And  drive  our  wants  away. 

/  OO.        Prayer  for  strong  FaWi. 

1  On  for  a  faith  that  will  not  shrink 

Though  pressed  by  every  foe ; 
That  will  not  tremble  on  the  brink 
Of  any  earthly  woe  ! — 

2  That  will  not  murmur  nor  complain 

Beneath  the  chastening  rod, 
But,  in  the  hour  of  grief  or  pain, 
Will  lean  upon  its  God ; — 

3  A  faith  that  shines  more  bright  and  clear 

When  tempests  rage  without ; 
That,  when  in  danger,  knows  no  fear, 
In  darkness,  feels  no  doubt ; — 

4  A  faith  that  keeps  the  narrow  way 

Till  life's  last  hour  is  fled, 
And  with  a  pure  and  heavenly  ray 
Lights  up  a  dying  bed ! 

5  Lord,  give  us  such  a  faith  as  this, 

And  then,  whate'er  may  come, 
We  '11  taste,  ev'n  here,  the  hallowed  bliss 
Of  an  eternal  home. 

QQO    "He  giveth  power  to  the  fainV 
&VA.  Isaiah  40 :  29-31. 

1  Supreme  in  wisdom  as  in  power, 

The  Rock  of  Ages  stands ; 
We  see  him  not,  j7et  may  we  trace 
The  working  of  his  hands. 

2  He  gives  the  conquest  to  the  weak, 

Supports  the  fainting  heart, 
And  courage  in  the  evil  hour 
His  heavenly  aids  impart. 


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3  Mere  human  power  shall  fast  decay, 

And  youthful  vigor  cease  ; 
But  they  who  wait  upon  the  Lord 
In  strength  shall  still  increase. 

4  They  with  unwearied  feet  shall  tread 

The  path  of  life  divine ; 
With  growing  ardor  onward  move, 
With  growing  brightness  shine. 

5  On  eagles'  wings  they  mount,  they  soar- 

The  wings  of  faith  and  love ; 
Till,  past  the  cloudy  regions  here, 
They  rise  to  heaven  above. 


TJie  little  Floc7:.~Luke  12  :  82. 


1032. 

1  Chukch  of  the  ever-living  God, 

The  Father's  gracious  choice, 
Amid  the  voices  of  this  earth, 
How  feeble  is  thy  voice ! 

2  A  little  flock !— so  calls  he  thee 

Who  bought  thee  with  his  blood; 
A  little  flock,  disowned  of  men, 
But  owned  and  loved  of  God. 

3  Not  many  rich  or  noble  called, 

Not  many  great  or  wise  ; 
They  whom  God  makes  his  kings  and 
priests 
Are  poor  in  human  eyes. 

4  But  the  chief  Shepherd  comes  at  length ; 

Their  feeble  days  are  o'er, 
No  more  a  handful  in  the  earth, 
A  little  flock  no  more. 

5  No  more  a  lily  among  thorns, 

Weary,  and' faint,  and  few ; 
But  countless  as  the  stars  of  heaven, 
Or  as  the  early  dew. 

6  Then  entering  th'  eternal  halls, 

In  robes  of  victory, 
That  mighty  multitude  shall  keep 
The  joyous  jubilee. 
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7  Unfading  palms  they  bear  aloft ; 
Unfaltering  son^s  they  sing  ; 
Unending  festival  they  keep, 
In  presence  of  the  King. 

±ZoZ.     Tlie  Eternity  of  Uearen. 

1  From  thee,  my  God,  my  joys  shall  rise, 

And  run  eternal  rounds, 
Beyond  the  limits  of  the  skies, 
And  all  created  bounds. 

2  The  holy  triumphs  of  my  soul 

Shall  death  itself  outbrave, 
Leave  dull  mortality  behind, 
And  fly  beyond  the  grave. 

3  There,  where  my  blessed  Jesus  reign^ 

In  heaven's  unmeasured  space, 
I  '11  spend  a  long  eternity 

In  pleasure  and  in  praise. 
•4  Millions  of  years  my  wondering  eyes 

Shall  o'er  thy  beauties  rove, 
And  endless  ages  I  '11  adore 

The  glories  of  thy  love. 

5  My  Saviour !  every  smile  of  thine 

Shall  fresh  endearments  brinjr, 
And  thousand  tastes  of  new  delight 
From  all  thy  graces  spring. 

6  Haste,  my  Beloved  !  raise  my  soul 

Up  to  thy  blest  abode ; 
Fly !  for  my  spirit  longs  to  see 
My  Saviour  and  my  God ! 

Doxology. 

Let  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit,  be  adored, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  hka 
known, 

Or  saints  to  love  the  Lord ! 


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207.  "  Truly,  mU  soul  waiteth  upon  God." 

1  Father  !  th}T  paternal  care 

Has  my  guardian  been,  my  guide; 
Every  hallowed  wish  and  prayer 

Has  thy  hand  of  love  supplied : 
Thine  is  every  thought  of  bliss 

Left  by  hours  and  days  gone  by ; 
Every  hope  thy  offspring  is, 

Beaming  from  futurity. 

2  Every  sun  of  splendid  ray, 

Every  moon  that  shines  serene, 
Every  morn  that  welcomes  day, 

Every  evening's  twilight  scene, 
Every  hour  which  wisdom  brings, 

Every  incense  at  thy  shrine, — 
These,  and  all  life's  holiest  things, 

And  its  fairest — all  are  thine. 

3  And  for  all,  my  hymns  shall  rise 

Daily  to  thy  gracious  throne  : 
Thither  let  my  asking  eyes 

Turn  unwearied,  righteous  One ! 
Through  life's  strange  vicissitude, 

There  reposing  all  my  care  ; 
Trusting  still,  through  ill  and  good, 

Fixed,andcheered,and  counseled  there. 

O  o  8 .        "  My  sheej)  hear  my  voice." 
1  Jesus,  seek  thy  wandering  sheep ; 
Bring  me  back,  and  lead,  and  keep  ; 
Take  on  thee  my  every  care, 
Bear  me,  on  thy  bosom  bear : 
Let  me  know  my  Shepherd's  voice, 
More  and  more  in  thee  rejoice; 


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More  and  more  of  thee  receive ; 
Ever  in  thy  spirit  live, — 

2  Live  till  all  thy  life  I  know, 
Following  thee,  my  Lord,  below ; 
Gladly  then  from  earth  remove. 
Gathered  to  the  fold  above : 
Oh,  that  I  at  last  may  stand 
With  the  sheep  at  thy  right  hand, 
Take  the  crown  so  freely  given, 
Enter  in  by  thee  to  heaven ! 

<JAO.  u  Come  up  Either."— Rev.  4  :  1. 

1  "  Come  up  hither;  come  away  :" 

Thus  the  ransomed  spirits  sing ; 
Here  is  cloudless,  endless  day ; 
Here  is  everlasting  spring. 

2  Come  up  hither;  come  and  dwell 

With  the  living  hosts  above ; 
Come,  and  let  your  bosoms  swell 
With  their  burning  songs  of  love. 

3  Come  up  hither ;  come  and  share 

All  the  sacred  joys  that  rise, 
Like  an  ocean,  everywhere 
Through  the  myriads  of  the  skies. 

4  Come  up  hither ;  come  and  shine 

In  the  robes  of  spotless  white; 
Palms,  and  harps,  and  crowns  are  thine; 
Hither,  hither  wing  your  flight. 

5  Come  up  hither;  hither  speed : 

Rest  is  found  in  heaven  alone; 
Here  is  all  the  wealth  you  need ; 
Come,  and  make  this  wealth  your  own. 

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Z-i."  Zfer  sai?its  shall  shout  aloud  for  joy* 

1  Sweet  the  time,  exceeding  sweet ! 
When  the  saints  together  meet, 
When  the  Saviour  is  the  theme, 
When  they  joy  to  sing  of  him. 

2  Sing  we  then  eternal  love, 
Such  as  did  the  Father  move : 
He  beheld  the  world  undone. 
Loved  the  world,  and  gave  his  Son. 

3  Sing  the  Son's  amazing  love  ; 
How  he  left  the  realms  above, 
Took  our  nature  and  our  place, 
Lived  and  died  to  save  our  race. 

4  Sing  we,  too,  the  Spirit's  love  ; 
With  our  stubborn  hearts  he  strove, 
Filled  our  minds  with  grief  and  fear, 
Brought  the  precious  Saviour  near. 

5  Sweet  the  place,  exceeding  sweet, 
Where  the  saints  in  glory  meet ; 
Where  the  Saviour 's  still  the  theme, 
Where  they  see  and  sing  of  him. 


CO.     "  In  Tliy  light  shall  ice  see  light." 

1  Stealing  from  the  world  away, 

We  are  come  to  seek  thy  face ; 
Kindly  meet  us,  Lord,  we  pray, 
Grant  us  thy  reviving  grace. 

2  Yonder  stars  that  gild  the  sky, 

Shine  but  with  a  borrowed  light ; 
We,  unless  thy  light  be  nigh, 
Wander,  wrapt  in  gloomy  night. 

3  Sun  of  righteousness  !  dispel 

All  our  darkness,  doubts,  and  fears 
May  thy  light  within  us  dwell, 
Till  eternal  day  appears. 


4  Warm  our  hearts  in  prayer  and  praise, 
Lift  our  every  thought  above: 
Hear  the  grateful  songs  we  raise, 
Fill  us  with  thy  perfect  love. 

Q  9      Peace  th ro ugh  th  e  Blood  of  Ovist. 
vo'  Heb.  13:  20,  21. 

1  Now  may  he,  who  from  the  dead 

Brought  the  Shepherd  of  the  Sheep, 
Jesus  Christ,  our  King  and  Head, 
All  our  souls  in  safety  keep ! 

2  May  he  teach  us  to  fulfill 

What  is  pleasing  in  his  sight ; 
Perfect  us  in  all  his  will, 
And  preserve  us  day  and  night ! 

3  Great  Redeemer !  thee  we  praise, 

Who  the  covenant  sealed  with  blood  ; 
While  our  hearts  and  voices  raise 
Loud  thanksgivings  unto  God. 

1  HAO  "  Tliy  people  shall  be  my  people,  and 
iUU  °'  thy  God  my  God.' 

1  People  of  the  living  God, 

I  have  sought  the  world  around, 
Paths  of  sin  and  sorrow  trod, 
Peace  and  comfort  nowhere  found. 

2  Now  to  you  my  spirit  turns — 

Turns,  a  fugitive  unblest ; 
Brethren  !  where  your  altar  burns, 
Oh,  receive  me  into  rest  1 

3  Lonely  I  no  longer  roam, 

Like  the  cloud,  the  wind,  the  wave : 
Where  you  dwell  shall  be  my  home, 
Where  you  die  shall  be  my  grave. 

4  Mine  the  God  whom  you  adore, 

Your  Redeemer  shall  be  mine ; 
Earth  can  fill  my  soul  no  more, 
Every  idol  I  resign. 


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9"  Return,  we  beseech  Thee,  0  God  of 
Hosts:' 

1  Lord,  in  the  temples  of  thy  grace 
Thy  saints  behold  thy  smiling  face  ; 
And  oft  have  seen  thy  glory  shine, 
With  power  and  majesty  divine. 

2  Come,  dearest  Lord,  thy  children  cry, 
Our  graces  droop,  our  comforts  die  ; 
Return,  and  let  thy  glories  rise 
Again  to  our  admiring  eyes : 

8  Till  filled  with  light,  and  joy,  and  love, 
Thy  courts  below,  like  those  above, 
Triumphant  hallelujahs  raise, 
And  heaven  and  earth  resound  thy  praise. 

84.  "Kindred  in  Christy 

1  Kixdked  in  Christ,  for  his  dear  sake, 
A  hearty  welcome  here  receive  ; 
May  we  together  now  partake 

The  joys  which  only  he  can  give. 

2  May  he,  by  whose  kind  care  we  meet, 
Send  his  good  Spirit  from  above, 
Make  our  communications  sweet, 
And  cause  our  hearts  to  burn  with  love. 

3  Forgotten  be  each  worldly  theme, 
When  Christians  see  each  other  thus  ; 
We  only  wish  to  speak  of  him 

Who  lived,  and  died,  and  reigns  for  us. 

4  We'll  talk  of  all  he  did  and  said, 
And  suffered  for  us  here  below  ; 
The  path  he  marked  for  us  to  tread ; 
And  what  he's  doing  for  us  now. 

5  Thus,  as  the  moments  pass  away, 
We  '11  love,  and  wonder,  and  adore ; 
And  hasten  on  the  glorious  day 
When  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 


JL4:U.        God  xoith  us  everywhere. 

1  O  Lord,  how  full  of  sweet  content 
Our  years  of  pilgrimage  are  spent ! 
Where'er  we  dwell,  we  dwell  with  thee, 
In  heaven,  in  earth,  or  on  the  sea. 

2  To  us  remains  nor  place  nor  time  ; 
Our  country  is  in  every  clime  : 
We  can  be  calm  and  free  from  care 
On  any  shore,  since  God  is  there. 

3  While  place  we  seek,  or  place  we  shun, 
The  soul  finds  happiness  in  none ; 

But  with  our  God  to  guide  our  way, 
'T  is  equal  joy  to  go  or  stay. 

4  Could  we  be  cast  where  thou  art  not, 
That  were  indeed  a  dreadful  lot ; 
But  regions  none  remote  we  cali, 
Secure  of  finding  God  in  all. 

1  A/1    "  I  sought  the  Lord,  and  LTe  heard  me." 
J-U^r.  Psalm  34. 

1  Lord,  I  will  bless  thee  all  my  days ; 
Thy  praise  shall  dwell  upon  my  tongue: 
My  soul  shall  glory  in  thy  grace, 
While  saints  rejoice  to  hear  the  song. 

2  Come,  magnify  the  Lord  with  me  ; 
Come,  let  us  all  exalt  his  name : 

I  sought  th'  eternal  God,  and  he 
Has  not  exposed  my  hope  to  shame. 

3  I  told  him  all  my  secret  grief, 

My  secret  groaning  reached  his  ears ; 
lie  gave  my  inward  pains  relief, 
And  calmed  the  tumult  of  my  fears. 

4  His  holy  angels  pitch  their  tents 
Around  the' men  who  serve  the  Lord; 
Oh,  fear  and  love  him,  all  his  saints  ! 
Taste  of  his  grace  and  trosl  his  word. 


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0 1 .     "  New-born,  I  bless  the  waking  hour." 

1  In  sleep's  serene  oblivion  laid, 
1  safely  passed  the  silent  night ; 
Again  I  see  the  breaking  shade, 
And  drink  again  the  morning  light. 

2  New-born,  I  bless  the  waking  hour, 
Once  more  with  awe  rejoice  to  be ; 
My  conscious  soul  resumes  her  power, 
And  springs,  my  guardian  God,  to  thee. 

3  Oh,  guide  me  through  the  various  maze 
My  doubtful  feet  are  doomed  to  tread  ; 
And  spread  thy  shield's  protecting  blaze 
Where  dangers  press  around  my  head. 

4  A  deeper  shade  will  soon  impend, 
A  deeper  sleep  mine  eyes  oppress ; 
Yet  then  thy  strength  shall  still  defend, 
Thy  goodness  still  delight  to  bless. 

5  That  deeper  shade  shall  break  away, 
That  deeper  sleep  shall  leave  mine  eyes; 
Thy  light  shall  give  eternal  day ; 

Thy  love,  the  rapture  of  the  skies. 


He  raiseth  up  the  poor  out  of  the  dust." 


174." 


1  Up  to  the  Lord,  who  reigns  on  high, 
And  views  the  nations  from  afar, 
Let  everlasting  praises  fly, 

And  tell  how  large  his  bounties  are. 

2  God,  who  must  stoop  to  view  the  skies, 
And  bow  to  see  what  angels  do, — 
Down  to  our  earth  he  casts  his  eyes, 
And  bends  his  footsteps  downward,  too. 

3  He  overrules  all  mortal  tilings, 
And  manages  our  mean  affairs; 

On  humble  souls,  the  King  of  kings 
Bestows  his  counsels  and  his  cares. 

4  Our  sorrows  and  our  tears  we  pour 
Iuto  the  bosom  of  our  God; 


He  hears  us  in  the  mournful  hour, 
And  helps  to  bear  the  heavy  load. 

5  Oh  could  our  thankful  hearts  devise 
A  tribute  equal  to  thy  grace, 
To  the  third  heaven  our  song  should  rise, 
And  teach  the  golden  harps  thy  praise. 

0 1 0 .  Aspiring  after  God. 

1  Up  to  the  fields  where  angels  lie, 
And  living  waters  gently  "roll, 

Fain  would  my  thoughts  leap  out  andflyl 
But  sin  hangs  heavy  on  my  soul. 

2  Oh !   might  I  once  mount  up  and  see 
The  glories  of  th'  eternal  skies, 

What  little  things  these  worlds  would  be ! 
How  despicable  to  my  eyes  ! 

3  Had  I  a  glance  of  thee,  my  God, 
Kingdoms  and  men  would  vanish  soon- 
Vanish  as  though  I  saw  them  not, 

As  a  dim  candle  dies  at  noon. 

4  Great  All  in  All,  eternal  King ! 
Let  me  but  view  thy  lovely  face, 
And  all  my  powers  shall  bow  and  sing 
Thine  endless  grandeur  and  thy  grace. 

849.       Prayer  of  the  Heart  and  Lips. 

1  O  blessed  God  to  thee  I  raise 

My  voice  in  thankful  hymns  of  praise  ; 
And  when  my  voice  shall  silent  be, 
My  silence  shall  be  praise  to  thee. 

2  For  voice  and  silence  doth  impart 
The  filial  homage  of  my  heart ; 
And  both  alike  are  understood 
By  thee,  thou  Parent  of  all  good — 

3  Whose  grace  is  all  unsearchable, 
Whose  care  for  me  no  tongue  can  tell, 
Who  loves  my  loudest  praise  to  hear, 
And  loves  to  bless  my  voiceless  prayer. 


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491.  My  Bible. 

1  Holt  Bible !  book  divine  ! 
Precious  treasure  !  thou  art  mine: 
Mine  to  tell  me  whence  I  came ; 
Mine  to  tell  me  what  I  am;. 

2  Mine  to  chide  me  when  I  rove  ; 
Mine  to  show  a  Saviour's  love ; 
Mine  thou  art  to  guide  and  guard  ; 
Mine  to  punish  or  reward  ; 

S  Mine  to  comfort  in  distress, 
If  the  Holy  Spirit  bless  ; 
Mine  to  show,  by  living  faith, 
Man  can  triumph  over  death ; 

4  Mine  to  tell  of  joys  to  come, 
And  the  rebel  shiner's  doom : 
O  thou  holy  book  divine ! 
Precious  treasure,  thou  art  mine ! 

6  9  O .  The  Tli  ree  Mountains. 

1  When  on  Sinai's  top  I  see 
God  descend  in  majesty 
To  proclaim  his  holy  law, 
All  my  spirit  sinks  with  awe. 

2  "When,  in  ecstasy  sublime, 
Tabor's  glorious  mount  I  climb, 
In  the  too  transporting  light, 
Darkness  rushes  o'er  my  sight. 

H  When  on  Calvary  I  rest, 
God,  in  flesh  made  manifest, 
Shines  in  my  Redeemer's  face, 
Pull  of  beauty,  truth,  and  grace. 


4  Here  I  would  for  ever  stay, 
Weep  and  gaze  my  soul  away  ; 
Thou  art  heaven  on  earth  to  me, 
Lovely,  mournful  Calvary ! 

JL  J-  0  J .  "  Spared  to  see  another  year." 

1  While  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun 

Hasted  through  the  former  year, 
Many  souls  thefr  race  have  run, 

Never  more  to  meet  us  here : 
Fixed  in  an  eternal  state, 

They  have  done  with  all  below ; 
We  a  little  longer  wait, 

But  how  little,  none  can  know. 

2  As  the  winged  arrow  flies 

Speedily  the  mark  to  find, — 
As  the  lightning  from  the  skies 

Darts,  and  leaves  no  trace  behind,— 
Swiftly  thus  our  fleeting  days 

Bear  us  down  life's  rapid  stream : 
Upward,  Lord,  our  spirits  raise  ! 

All  below  is  but  a  dream. 

3  Thanks  for  mercies  past  receive, 

Pardon  of  our  sins  renew  ; 
Teach  us  henceforth  how  to  live, 

With  eternity  in  view  ; 
Bless  thy  word  to  young  and  old ; 

Fill  us  with  a  Saviours  love  ; 
When  our  life's  short  tale  is  told, 

May  we  dwell  with  thee  above. 


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9  7  (\  *  "  Christ  is  born  in  Bethlehem" 
^'U-  Luke  2. 

1  Hark!  the  herald  angels  sing, 
"Glory  to  the  new-born  King! 
Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild; 
God  and  sinners  reconciled." 

2  Joyful,  all  ye  nations,  rise ; 
Join  the  triumphs  of  the  skies ; 
With  th'  angelic  hosts  proclaim, 
"  Christ  is  born  in  Bethlehem." 

S  Mild  he  lays  his  glory  b}r; 
Born  that  man  no  more  may  die  ; 
Born  to  raise  the  sons  of  earth  ; 
Born  to  give  them  second  birth. 

4  Hail,  the  heaven-born  Prince  of  Peace! 
Hail,  the  Sun  of  Righteousness! 
Light  and  life  to  all  he  brings, 

Ris'n  with  healing  in  his  wings. 

5  Let  us  then  with  angels  sing, 
"Glory  to  the  new-born  King! — 
Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild; 
God  and  sinners  reconciled !" 

m"  WatcJmian,  what  of  the  night  ?" 
Isaiah  21 :  11. 

1  Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night, 

What  its  signs  of  promise  are. 
Traveler,  o'er  yon  mountain's  height, 
See  that  glory-beaming  star ! 

2  Watchman,  does  its  beauteous  ray 

Aught  of  joy  or  hope  foretell  ? 
Traveler,  yes:  it  brings  the  day, 
Promised  day  of  Israel. 

3  Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night : 

Higher  yet  that  star  ascends. 
Traveler,  blessedness  and  light, 
Peace  and  truth,  its  course  portends. 

4  Watchman,  will  its  beams  alone 

Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth  ? 
Traveler,  ages  are  its  own  : 
See  !  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth ! 

5  Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night, 

For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn. 

•  Commence  the  fifth  stanza  wish  the  latter  part  of  the  tune. 


Traveler,  darkness  takes  its  flight, 
Doubt  and  terror  arc  withdrawn. 
6  Watchman,  let  thy  wanderings  cease ; 
Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home. 

Traveler,  lo  !  the  Prince  of  Peace, 
Lo !  the  Son  of  God  is  come ! 

"1  (\  A  9    "  Give  place  to  me  that  I  may 
J- u^  *■■         dwell."— Isaiah  49 :  20. 

1  "  Give  us  room,  that  we  may  dwell," 

Zion's  children  cry  aloud : 
See  their  numbers — how  they  swell ! 
How  they  gather  like  a  cloud ! 

2  Oh,  how  bright  the  morning  seems ! 

Brighter  from  so  dark  a  night : 
Zion  is  like  one  that  dreams, 
Filled  with  wonder  and  delight. 

3  Lo !  thy  sun  goes  down  no  more, 

God  himself  will  be  thy  light ; 
All  that  caused  thee  grief  before 
Buried  lies  in  endless  night. 

4  Zion,  now  arise  and  shine ! 

Lo !  thy  light  from  heaven  is  come : 
These  that  crowd  from  far  are  thine ; 
Give  thy  sons  and  daughters  room. 

1114.  "  Sing  unto  Wim  a  neic  song." 

1  Swell  the  anthem,  raise  the  song ; 
Praises  to  our  God  belong  ; 
Saints  and  angels !  join  to  sing 
Praises  to  the  heavenly  King. 

2  Blessings  from  his  liberal  hand 
Flow  around  this  happy  land : 
Kept  by  him,  no  foes  annoy ; 
Peace  and  freedom  we  enjoy. 

3  Here,  beneath  a  virtuous  sway, 
May  we  cheerfully  obey ; 
Never  feel  oppression's  rod, 
Ever  own  and  worship  God. 

4  Hark !  the  voice  of  nature  sings 
Praises  of  the  King  of  kings ; 
Let  us  join  the  choral  song, 
And  the  grateful  notes  prolong. 


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Hallelujah,  Amen,"  may  be  added  for  D.  C,  or  repeat  omitted. 


dbu.  Joy  in  Chris? a  He ign. 

1  Hare!  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices 

Sound  the  note  of  praise  above  : 
Jesus  reigns,  and  heaven  rejoices  ; 

Jesus  reigns,  the  God  of  love  : 
See,  he  sits  on  yonder  throne  ; 
Jesus  rules  the  world  alone. 

2  King  of  glory,  reign  for  ever! 

Thine  an  everlasting  crown : 
Nothing  from  thy  love  shall  sever 

Those  whom  thou  hast  made  thine 
own : 
Happy  objects  of  thy  grace, 
Destined  to  behold  thy  face. 

S  Saviour,  hasten  thine  appearing ; 

Bring,  oh,  bring  the  glorious  day, 
"When  the  awful  summons  hearing, 

Heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away ! 
Then,  with  golden  harps  we  '11  sing, 
"  Glory,  glory  to  our  King ! 

/  U.  Our  Guardian. 

1  Through  the  day  thy  love  has  spared  us, 

Now  we  lay  us  down  to  rest ; 
Through  the  silent  watches  guard  us, 

Let  no  foe  our  peace  molest : 
Jesus,  thou  our  guardian  be ; 
Sweet  it  is  to  trust  in  thee. 

2  Pilgrims  here  on  earth,  and  strangers, 

Dwelling  in  the  midst  of  foes, 
Us  and  ours  preserve  from  dangers ; 

In  thine  arms  may  we  repose ; 
And,  when  life's  short  day  is  past, 
Rest  with  thee  in  heaven  at  last. 

640.  "  TJlou  l-nmcest  that  Hove  77iee.'m 
1  I  wilt,  love  thee,  all  my  treasure ; 

I  will  love  thee,  all  my  strength; 
I  will  love  thee  without  measure, 

And  without  a  stain  at  length : 


I  will  love  thee,  Light  Divine, 
Till  I  die  and  rind  thee  mine ! 

2  I  will  praise  thee,  Sun  of  glory ! 

For  the  bliss  thy  beams  have  brought; 
I  will  praise  thee,  will  adore  thee, 

For  the  light  I  long  had  sought : — 
Praise  thee  that  thy  words  so  blest 
Soothed  my  troubled  soul  to  rest ! 

3  Be  my  heart  more  warmly  glowing, 

Sweet  and  calm  the  tears  I  shed; 
And  its  love_,  its  ardor,  showing, 

Let  my  spirit  onward  tread  : 
Near  to  thee,  and  nearer  still, 
Draw  this  heart,  this  mind,  this  wilL 

4  I  will  love  in  joy  or  sorrow ! 

While  I  in  thfs  body  dwell ; 
I  will  love  to-day,  to-morrow, 

With  a  love  no  words  can  tell : 
I  will  love  thee,  Light  Divine, 
Till  I  die,  and  find  thee  mine  ! 

Q  Q  A  t:  Neither  tfiall  any  man  pluck,  them  out 
J  OU.  0f  j/y  hand:'— John  10 .  2S. 

1  Clouds  and  darkness  round  about  thee 

For  a  season  vail  thy  face ; 
Still  I  trust  and  can  not  doubt  thee, 

Jesus,  full  of  truth  and  grace : 
Resting  on  thy  word  I  stand  : 
None  shall  pluck  me  from  thy  hand. 

2  Oh,  rebuke  me  not  in  anger; 

Suffer  not  my  faith  to  fail ; 
Let  not  pain,  temptation,  languor 

O'er  my  struggling  heart  prevail ! 
Holding  fast  thy  word  I  stand : 
None  shall  pluck  me  from  thy  hand. 

3  In  my  heart  thy  word  I  cherish  ; 

Though  unseen,  thou  still  art  near; 
Since  thy  sheep  shall  never  perish, 

What  have  I  to  do  with  fear? 
Trusting  in  thy  word  I  stand  : 
None  shall  pluck  me  from  thy  hand. 


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\\)ZA.  Prayer  for  Peace  to  the  Church. 

1  O  Christ,  the  leader  of  that  war-worn  ,  3  And  grant  us  peace  within  the  church 

host  and  school, 

Who  hear  thy  cross, — now  help,  or  we  Peace  to  the  powers  that  our  fair  coun- 

are  lost !  try  rule  ; 

Disperse  the  foes  who  long  in  deadly  To  every  wounded  conscience,  aching 

strife  heart, 

Have  sought  our  life !  Thy  peace  impart ! 

2  Come,  Lord,  andshield  thy  children  with  !  4  Andheaven  and  earth  eternally  shall  raise 


thine  arm 
Restrain  the  power  of  him  who  seeks 

our  harm  : 
O'er  all  that  would  tlry  members  here  as- 
Do  thou  prevail !  [sail 


(Thy  goodness  and  thy  boundless  love 

to  praise,) 
Glad  sons>;s  to  thee,  the  Guardian  of  thy 

flock, 
Our  sheltering  Rock ! 


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296. 

1  Near  the  cross  our  station  taking, 
Earthly  cares  and  joys  forsaking, 

Meet  it  is  for  us  to  mourn  : 
*T  was  for  us  he  came  from  heaven, 
'T  was  for  us  his  heart  was  riven  ; 

All  his  griefs  for  us  were  borne. 

2  When  no  eye  its  pity  gave  us, 
When  there  was  no  arm' to  save  us, 

He  his  love  and  power  displayed : 


It  was  for  «s." 

By  his  stripes  our  help  and  healing, 
By  his  death  our  life  revealing, 

He  for  us  the  ransom  paid. 
3  Jesus,  may  thy  love  constrain  us, 
That  from  sin  we  may  refrain  us, 

In  thy  griefs  may  deeply  grieve  ; 
Thee  our  best  affections  giving, 
To  thy  praise  and  honor  living, 

May  we  in  thy  glory  live  ! 


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QAO     " Stand,  therefore,  having  your  loins 
«?VZi.  girt  about:' 

1  Stand  up !— stand  up  for  Jesus ! 

Ye  soldiers  of  the  cross  ; 
Lift  high  his  royal  banner, 

It  must  not  suffer  loss : 
From  vict'ry  unto  vict'ry 

His  army  shall  he  lead, 
Till  every  foe  is  vanquished, 

And  Christ  is  Lord  indeed. 


2  Stand  up ! — stand  up  for  Jesus  ! 

The  trumpet  call  obey  ; 
Forth  to  the  mighty  conflict, 

In  this  his  glorious  day : 
41  Ye  that  are  men,  now  serve  him," 

Against  unnumbered  foes  ; 
Y"our  courage  rise  with  danger, 

And  strength  to  strength  oppose. 

8  Stand  up  !— stand  up  for  Jesus ! 

Stand  in  his  strength  alone  ; 
The  arm  of  flesh  will  fail  you — 

Ye  dare  not  trust  your  own: 
Put  on  the  gospel  armor, 

And,  watching  unto  prayer, 
Where  duty  calls,  or  danger, 

Be  never  wanting  there. 


4  Stand  up ! — stand  up  for  Jesus ! 

The  strife  will  not  be  long ; 
This  day  the  noise  of  battle, 

The  next  the  victor's  song: 
To  him  that  overcometh, 

A  crown  of  life  shall  be ; 
He  with  the  King  of  Glory 

Shall  reign  eternally ! 


m"  The  Lord  is  my  salvation  ;  whom 
shall  I  fear  f"— Psalm  27. 

1  Gob  is  my  strong  salvation ; 

What  foe  have  I  to  fear  ? 
In  darkness  and  temptation, 
My  Light,  my  Help  is  near. 

2  Though  hosts  encamp  around  me, 

Firm  in  the  fight  I  stand  ; 
What  terror  can  confound  me, 
With  God  at  my  right  hand  ? 

3  Place  on  the  Lord  reliance  ; 

My  soul,  with  courage  wait ; 
His  truth  be  thine  affiance, 
When  faint  and  desolate. 

4  His  might  thy  heart  shall  strengthen. 

His  love  thy  joy  increase  ; 
Mercy  thy  days  shall  lengthen  ; 
The  Lord  will  give  thee  peace ! 


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1  From  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 

From  India's  coral  strand, 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand, — 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 

From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  "to  deliver 

Their  laud  from  error's  chain. 

2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle ; 
Though  every  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile ; 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown; 
The  heathen,  in  his  blindness, 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone! 

3  Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 

With  wisdom  from  on  high, — 
Shall  we  to  men  benighted 

The  lamp  of  life  deny  ? 
Salvation,  oh,  salvation ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  each  remotest  nation 

Has  learned  Messiah's  name. 


4  Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story, 

And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 
Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole ; 
Till  o'er  our  ransomed  nature 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  rei«;n ! 


1  1  Or>     "  O  that  Vie  salvation  of  Israel  were 
±XOO.        come  out  of  Zion:'— Psalm  14. 

1  Oh  that  the  Lord's  salvation 

Were  out  of  Zion  come, 
To  heal  his  ancient  nation, 

To  lead  his  outcasts  home ! 
Flow  long  the  holv  city 

Shall  heathen  feet  profane  ? 
Return,  O  Lord,  in  pity ; 

Rebuild  her  walls  again. 

2  Let  fall  thy  rod  of  terror ; 

Thy  saving  grace  impart  ; 
Roll  back  tlie  vail  of  error; 

Release  the  fettered  heart: 
Let  Israel,  home  returning, 

Their  lost  Messiah  see ; 
Give  oil  of  joy  for  mounting, 

And  bind  thy  church  to  thee. 


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1  Breast  the  wave,  Christian,  when  it  is  strongest ; 
Watch  for  day,  Christian,  when  night  is  longest ; 
Onward  and  onward  still  be  thine  endeavor ; 
The  rest  that  remaineth,  endureth  for  ever. 

2  Fight  the  fight,  Christian;  Jesus  is  o'er  thee; 
Run  the  race,  Christian;  heaven  is  before  thee ; 
He  who  hath  promised  faltcreth  never ; 

Oh,  trust  in  the  love  that  endureth  for  ever. 

3  Lift  the  eye,  Christian,  just  as  it  closeth ; 
Raise  the  heart,  Christian,  ere  it  rcposeth : 
Nothing  thy  soul  from  the  Saviour  shall  sever; 
Soon  shalt  thou  mount  upward  to  praise  him  for  ever. 


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'Z7e  shall  fly  away  as  a  dream. 


1  Come,  let  us  anew  our  journey  pursue — 

Roll  round  with  the  year, 
And  never  stand  still  till  the  Master  ap- 
pear ; 
His  adorable  will  let  us  gladly  fulfill, 

And  our  talents  improve 
By  the  patience  of  hope,  and  the  labor 
of  love. 

2  Ourlifeisa  dream;  our  time,  as  a  stream, 

Glides  swiftly  away, 
And  the  fugitive  moment* refuses  to  stay 
The  arrow  is  liown ;  the  moment  is  gone 


The  millennial  year 
Rushes  on  to  our  view,and  eternity's  near. 

Oh  that  each,  in  the  day  of  his  coming, 

may  say, 
"  I  have  fought  my  way  through ; 
I  have  finished  the  work  thou  didst  give 

me  to  do;" 
Oh- that  each  from  his  Lord  may  receive 

the  glad  word, 
"  Well  and  faithfully  done ! 
Enter  into  my  joy,  and  sit  down  on  my 

throne !" 


0-±7.  "7  will  love  Tltee,  0  Lord,  my  Strength."1 

iTane  Laxetox,  opposite  page.) 

2  Thou,  Lord,  alone,  art  all  thy  children 


t  I  love  my  God,  but  with  no  love  of 
mine, 

For  I  have  none  to  give  ; 
I  love  thee,  Lord;  but  all  the  love  is 
thine, 
For  by  thy  life  I  live: 
I  am  as  nothing,  and  rejoice  to  be 
Emptied,  and  lost,  and  swallowed  up  in 
thee. 


need, 

And  there  is  none  beside  ; 
From  thee  the  streams  of  blessedness 
proceed, 
In  thee  the  blest  abide, — 
Fountain  of  life  and  all-abounding  grace, 
Our  Source,  our  Center,  and  our  Dwell- 
ing-place. 


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10/7.     Child's  Communion  with  Christ. 

1  Dear  Jesus,  ever  ai  my  side, 

How  loving  mus*  thou  be, 
To  leave  Ihy  home  in  heaven  to  guard 
A  little  child  like  me. 

2  I  can  not  feel  thee  touch  my  hand, 

With  pressure  light  and  mild, 
To  check  me  as  my  mother  did, 
When  I  was  but  a  child ; 

3  But  I  have  felt  thee  in  my  thoughts, 

Rebuking  sin  for  me; 
And,  when  my  heart  loves  God,  I  know 
The  sweetness  is  from  thee. 

4  And  when,  dear  Saviour,  I  kneel  down, 

Morning  and  night,  to  prayer, 

Something  there  is  within  my  heart 

Which  tells  me  thou  art  there. 

5  Yes  !  when  I  pray,  thou  prayest,  too — 

Thy  prayer  is  all  for  me; 
But  when  I  sleep,  thou  sleepest  not, 
But  watchest  patiently. 

6  To  God  the  Father  glory  be, 

And  to  his  only  Son  ; 
The  same,  O  Holy  Ghost,  to  thee, 
While  ceaseless  ages  run  ! 


Child's  Thoughts  of  God. 


1080. 


1  How  glorious  is  our  heavenly  King, 

Who  reigns  above  the  sky! 
How  shall  a  child  presume  to  sing 
His  dreadful  majesty? 

2  How  great  his  power  is,  none  can  tell, 

Nor  think  how  large  his  grace : 
Not  men  below,  nor  saints  that  dwell 
On  high  before  his  face. 

3  Not  angels  that  stand  round  the  Lord 

Can  search  his  secret  will ; 
But  they  perform  his  holv  word, 
And  sing  his  praises  still. 


( 4  Then  let  me  join  this  heavenly  train, 
And  my  first  offerings  bring; 
Th'  eternal  God  will  not  disdain 
To  hear  an  infant  sing. 
5  My  heart  resolves,  my  tongue  obeys, 
And  angels  shall  rejoice  " 
To  hear  their  mighty  Maker's  praise 
Sound  from  a  feeble  voice. 

1081.  Child's  Trust  in  Christ. 

1  See  the  kind  Shepherd,  Jesus,  stands, 

And  calls  his  sheep  by  name  ; 
Gathers  the  feeble  in  his  arms, 
And  feeds  each  tender  lamb. 

2  He  leads  them  to  the  gentle  stream, 

WThere  living  water  flows  ; 
And  guides  them  to  the  verdant  fields, 
Where  sweetest  herbage  grows. 

3  When,  wandering  from  the  peaceful  fold, 

We  leave  the  narrow  way, 
Our  faithful  Shepherd  still  is  near, 
To  seek  us  when  we  stray. 

4  The  weakest  lamb  amid  the  flock 

Shall  be  its  Shepherd's  care  ; 
While  folded  in  our  Saviour's  arms, 
We  're  safe  from  every  snare. 


Child's  Trust  in  Christ. 


1082. 

1  There  is  a  little,  lonely  fold, 

Whose  flock  one  Shepherd  keeps, 
Through  summer's  heat  and  winter's  cold, 
With  eye  that  never  sleeps. 

2  By  evil  beast,  or  burning'sky, 

"Or  damp  of  midnight  air, 
Not  one  in  all  that  flock  shall  die, 
Beneath  that  Shepherd's  care. 

3  For,  if  unheeding  or  beguiled 

In  danger's  path  they~roam, 
His  pity  follows  through  the  wild, 
And  guards  them  safely  home* 


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4  O  gentle  Shepherd,  still  behold 
Thy  helpless  charge  in  me  ; 
And  take  a  wanderer  to  thy  fold, 
That  trembling  turns  to  thee. 

1083.     CliiloVs  Tlwughts  of  Heaven. 

1  There  Is  a  glorious  world  of  light 

Above  the  starry  sky, 
"Where  saints  departed,  clothed  in  white, 
Adore  the  Lord  most  high. 

2  And  hark  !  amid  the  sacred  songs 

Those  heavenly  voices  raise, 
Ten  thousand  thousand  infant  tongues 
Unite  in  perfect  praise. 

8  Those  arc  the  hymns  that  we  shall  know, 
If  Jesus  we  obey  ; 
That  is  the  place  where  we  shall  go, 
If  found  in  wisdom's  way. 

4  Soon  will  our  earthly  race  be  run, 

Our  mortal  frame  decay ; 
Parents  and  children,  one  by  one, 
Must  die  and  pass  away. 

5  Great  God !  impress  this  solemn  thought, 

To-day,  on  every  breast ; 
That  both  the  teachers  and  the  taught 
May  enter  to  thy  rest. 

1  Uy  «7 .  "  IIoio  poor  a  lot  was  TJiine  /" 

1  O  Saviour  !  whom  this  holy  morn 

Gave  to  our  world  below ! 
To  mortal  want  and  labor  born, 
And  more  than  mortal  woe ; 

2  Incarnate  Word  !  by  every  grief 

By  each  temptation  tried  ;' 
Who  lived  to  yield  our  ills  relief, 
And  to  redeem  us,  died ; 

S  If  richly  clothed,  and  proudly  fed, 
la  dangerous  wealth  we  dwell, 


Remind  us  of  thy  manger  bed, 
And  lowly  cottage-cell. 

4  If,  pressed  by  poverty  severe, 

In  envious  want  we  pine, 
Oh,  may  thy  Spirit  whisper  near, 
How  poor  a  lot  was  thine  ! 

5  Through  fickle  fortune's  various  scene, 

From  sin  preserve  us  free : 
Like  us,  a  mourner  thou  hast  been ; 
May  we  rejoice  with  thee. 

"J  1  A  Q  "7s  it  such  a  fast  that  7  have  chosen?* 
±±<±<D.  Isaiah  5S:  2-S. 

1  Do  I  delight  in  sorrow's  dress? 

(Saith  he  who  reigns  above) ; 
The  hanging  head  and  rueful  look — 
Will  they  attract  my  love  ? 

2  Let  such  as  feel  oppression's  load 

Thy  tender  pity  share  ; 
And  let  the  helpless,  homeless  poor 
Be  thy  peculiar  care. 

3  Go,  bid  the  hungry  orphan  be 

With  thine  abundance  blest ; 
Invite  the  wanderer  to  thy  gate, 
And  spread  the  couch  of  rest. 

4  Let  him  who  pines  with  piercing  cold 

By  thee  be  warmed  and  clad ; 

Be  thine  the  blissful  task  to  make 

The  downcast  mourner  glad. 

5  Then,bright  as  morning,  shall  come  forth 

In  peace  and  joy  thy  day?  ; 

And  glory  from  the  Lord  above 

Shall  shine  on  all  thy  ways. 

Doxologt. 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

One  God,  whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory  as  it  was,  is  now, 

And  shall  be  evermore  t 


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9"  Let  every  thing  that  hath  breath  praise 
the  Lord."— Psalm  150. 

1  Praise  ye  Jehovah's  name, 
Praise  through  his  courts  proclaim; 

Rise  and  adore : 
High  o'er  the  heavens  above 
Sound  his  great  acts  of  love, 
While  his  rich  grace  we  prove, 

Vast  as  his  power 

2  Now  let  the  trumpet  raise 
Sounds  of  triumphant  praise, 

Wide  as  his  fame : 
There  let  the  harp  be  found ; 
Organs,  with  solemn  sound, 
Roll  your  deep  notes  around, 

Filled  with  his  name. 

3  While  his  high  praise  ye  sing, 
Strike  every 'sounding  string; 

Sweet  the  accord ! 
He  vital  breath  bestows ; 
Let  every  breath  that  flows, 
His  noblest  fame  disclose: 

Praise  ye  the  Lord. 


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At  the  name  of  Jems  every  knee 
should  bow." 


Let  us  awake  our  joys; 
Strike  up  with  cheerful  voice ; 

Each  creature  sing: 
Angels !  begin  the  song ; 
Mortals  !  the  strain  prolong, 
In  accents  sweet  and  strong, 

"Jesus  is  King!" 

2  Proclaim  abroad  his  name ; 
Tell  of  his  matchless  fame ; 

What  wonders  done ! 
Above,  beneath,  around, 
Let  all  the  earth  resound, 
Till  heaven's  high  arch  rebound, 

"  Viet'ry  is  won !" 


3  He  vanquished  sin  and  hell, 
And  our  last  foe  will  quell : 

Mourners,  rejoice! 
His  dying  love  adore ; 
Praise  him,  now  raised  in  power : 
Praise  him  for  evermore, 

With  joyful  voice. 

4  All  hail  the  glorious  day, 
When,  through  the  heavenly  way, 

Lo,  he  shall  come ! 
While  they  who  pierced  him  wail, 
His  promise  shall  not  fail ; 
Saints,  see  your  King  prevail : 

Great  Saviour,  come ! 


"  Keep  not  silence." 


1138. 


1  Sound,  sound  the  truth  abroad ! 
Bear  ye  the  word  of  God 

Through  the  wide  world : 
Tell  what  our  Lord  hath  done; 
Tell  how  the  day  was  won, 
And  from  his  lofty  throne 

Satan  is  hurled. 

2  Far  over  sea  and  land, 

'T  is  our  Lord's  own  command, 

Bear  ye  his  name : 
Bear  it  to  every  shore ; 
Regions  unknown  explore; 
Enter  at  every  door — 

Silence  is  shame. 

3  Ye,  who,  forsaking  all 

At  your  loved  Master's  call, 

Comforts  resign ; 
Soon  will  the  work  be  done ; 
Soon  will  the  prize  be  won ; 
Brighter  than  yonder  sun 

Then  shall  ye  shine! 


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1111.         "  God  save  the  State  /" 

1  God  bless  our  native  laud ! 
Firm  may  she  ever  stand, 

Through  storm  and  night ; 
When  the  wild  tempests  rave, 
Ruler  of  winds  and  wave, 
Do  thou  our  country  save 

By  thy  great  might. 

2  For  her  our  prayer  shall  rise 
To  God,  above  the  skies ; 

On  him  we  wait ; 
Thou  who  art  ever  nigh, 
Guarding  with  watchful  eye, 
To  thee  aloud  we  cry, 

God  save  the  State! 


1 1 A  0.       Tlie  Voice  of  National  Joy. 

1  My  country,  'tis  of  thee, 
Sweet  land  of  liberty, 

Of  thee  I  sing  : 
Laud  where  my  fathers  died, 
Land  of  the  pilgrim's  pride, 
From  every  mountain  side 

Let  freedom  ring ! 


2  My  native  country,  thee — 
Land  of  the  noble  free — 

Thy  name  I  love  : 
I  love  thy  rocks  and  rills, 
Thy  woods  and  templed  hills ; 
My  heart  with  rapture  thrills 

Like  that  above. 

3  Let  music  swell  the  breeze, 
And  ring  from  all  the  trees 

Sweet  freedom's  song  ! 
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Let  mortal  tongues  awake ; 
Let  all  that  breathe  partake ; 
Let  rocks  their  silence  break- 
The  sound  prolong ! 

Our  fathers'  God  !  to  thee, 
Author  of  liberty, 

To  thee  we  sing: 
Long  may  our  land  be  bright 
With  freedom's  holy  light ; 
Protect  us  by  thy  might, 

Great  God,  our  King! 


1155. 


"  The  God  of  harvest  praise.' 


1  The  God  of  harvest  praise ; 
In  loud  thanksgiving  raise 

Hand,  heart,  and  voice ! 
The  valleys  laugh  and  sing ; 
Forests  and  mountains  ring ; 
The  plains  their  tribute  bring ; 

The  streams  rejoice. 


2  Yea,  bless  his  holy  name, 
And  joyous  thanks  proclaim 

Through  ail  the  earth  ; 
To  glory  in  your  lot 
Is  comely;  but  be  not 
God's  benefits  forgot 

Amid  your  mirth. 

3  The  God  of  harvest  praise, 
Hands,  hearts,  and  voices  raiso, 

With  sweet  accord ; 
From  field  to  garner  throng, 
Bearing  your  sheaves  along, 
And  in  your  harvest  song 

Bless  ye  the  Lord. 


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897.  The  Call  to  Victory. 

1  Saints,  for  whom  the  Saviour  bled, 
In  your  Captain's  footsteps  tread ; 
Follow  Jesus,  and  be  led 

On  to  victory ! 
See  your  foenien  take  the  ground ; 
While  the  signal  trumpets  sound, 
Hear  his  accents  pour  around 

Cheering  melody! 

2  Christian  soldier,  on  with  me  ! 
Soon  your  enemies  must  flee ; 
Your  reward  before  you  see 

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Sparkling  from  on  high ! 
Boldly  take  the  glorious  held ; 
You  may  fall — but  must  not  yield ; 
You  shall  write  upon  your  shield 

Vict'ry,  though  you  die  I 

3  By  the  ransom  which  he  gave, 
By  his  triumph  o'er  the  grave, 
Trust  his  mighty  power  to  save  ; 

Firm  and  faithful  be : 
And  when  death's  dark  hour  is  nigh, 
When  the  tear-drop  dims  the  eye, 
You  shall,  in  the  parting  sigh, 

Grasp  the  victory. 


1040.  The  Angel  of  the  Lord. 

1  Onward  speed  thy  conquering  flight, 

Angel,  onward  speed ! 
Cast  abroad  thy  radiant  light, 

Bid  the  shades  recede ; 
Tread  the  idols  in  the  dust, 

Heathen  fanes  destroy ; 
Spread  the  gospel's  love  and  trust, 

Spread  the  gospel's  joy. 

2  Onward  speed  thy  conquering  flight, 

Angel,  onward  fly ! 
Long  has  been  the  reign  of  night; 


Bring  the  morning  nigh ; 
Unto  thee  earth's  sufferers  lift 

Their  imploring  wail ; 
Bear  them  heaven's  holy  gift, 

Ere  their  courage  fail. 
3  Onward  speed  thy  conquering  flight, 

Angel,  onward  speed ! 
Morning  bursts  upon  our  sight, 

Lo !  the  time  decreed : 
Now  the  Lord  his  kingdom  takes, 

Thrones  and  empires  fall ; 
Now  the  joyous  song  awakest 

" God  is  All  in  All!" 


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1  9QJ.  "Behold  V>e  Judge  of  man  appears" 
J-^jO^.       (A  Hymn  of  the  Reformation.) 

1  Great  God!  what  do  I  see  and  hear? — 

The  end  of  things  created ! 
Behold  the  Judge  of  man  appear, 

On  clouds  of  glory  seated! 
The  trumpet  sounds ;  the  graves  restore 
The  dead  which  they  contained  before; 

Prepare,  my  soul,  to  meet  him ! 

2  The  dead  in  Christ  shall  first  arise, 

At  the  last  trumpet-sounding, — 
Caught  up  to  meet  him  in  the  skies, 

With  joy  their  Lord  surrounding: 
No  gloomy  fears  their  souls  dismay ; 
His  presence  sheds  eternal  day 

On  those  prepared  to  meet  him. 

3  O  Jesus  !  friend  to  fallen  man, 

To  me  impart  thy  merit ; 
Forgive  my  sin,  wash  out  its  stain 

By  thine  Almighty  Spirit : 
The  trumpet  sounds  ;  the  Judge  is  near, 
But  then  my  soul,  devoid  of  fear, 

Shall  spring  with  joy  to  meet  him. 


J.\J\J.A  JTi/mn  of  the  Reformation. — Psalm 46. 


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God  is  our  refuge  ever  near, 

Our  help  in  tribulation  ; 
Therefore  his  people  shall  not  fear 

Amid  a  wrecked  creation: 
Though  mountains  from  their  base  be 

hurled, 
And  ocean  shake  the  solid  world, 

The  Lord  is  our  salvation. 


The  stream  that  flows  from  Zion's  hill, 

Shall  yet,  serenely  gliding, 
With  joy  the  holy  city  fill. 

His  presence  there  abiding : 
The  Lord,  her  glory  and  defense, 
Will  guard  his  chosen  residence, 

His  timely  aid  providing. 


1290* 


Eternity. 


1  Eternity — eternity  ! 

O  bright,  O  blest  eternity! 
Which  Jesus  hath  obtained  for  those 
Who  seek  in  him  their  sure  repose ; 
A  little  while  they  suffer  here, 
But  lo!  eternity  is  near: 
Eternity — eternity ! 

2  Eternity— eternity ! 

Soon  shall  these  eyes  thy  wonders  see  ; 
Oh,  may  I  now  the  world  despise, 
And  upward  raise  my  thankful  eyes, 
And  seek  the  joys  that  shall  abide, 
From  sin  and  sorrow  purified : 
0  bright,  O  blest  eternity ! 

3  Eternit}'— eternity ! 
Prepare  me  for  eternity ; 

Now  grant  me,  Lord,  thy  humble  mind, 
To  all  my  Father's  will  resigned : 
Now  give  me  faith  that  rests  on  thee 
Lord !  in  thy  love  remember  me 
In  time  andin  eternity. 

*  Omit  the  ties  for  this  hymn. 


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547. 


"J/./  Spirit  yearns  o'er  dying  men" 


1  ARISE,  my  tenderest  thoughts,  arise  ; 
To  torrents  melt  my  streaming  eyes  ; 
And  thou,  my  heart,  with  anguish  feel 
Those  evils  which  thou  canst  not  heal. 

2  See  human  nature  sunk  in  shame ; 
See  scandals  poured  on  Jesus'  name  : 
The  Father  wounded  through  the  Son ; 
The  world  abused,  the  soul  undone. 

8  My  God,  I  feel  the  mournful  scene ; 
My  spirit  yearns  o'er  dying  men ; 
And  fain  my  pity  would  reclaim 
And  snatch  the  firebrands  from  the  flame. 

4  But  feeble  my  compassion  proves, 
And  can  but  weep,  where  most  it  loves  : 
Thine  own  all-saving  arm  employ, 
And  turn  these  drops  of  grief  to  joy. 


Searching  the  Heart. 


590. 


1  Return',  my  roving  heart,  return, 

And  life's  vain  shadows  chase  no  more; 
Seek  out  some  solitude  to  mourn, 
And  thy  forsaken  God  implore. 

2  0  thou  great  God!  whose  piercing  eye 

Distinctly  marks  each  deep  retreat, 

In  these  sequestered  hours  draw  nigh, 

And  let  me  here  thy  presence  meet. 

3  Through  all  the  windings  of  my  heart, 

My  search  let  heavenly  wisdom  guide: 
And  still  its  beams  unerring  dart,' 
Till  all  be  known  and  purified. 

4  Then  let  the  visits  of  thy  love, 

My  inmost  soul  be  made  to  share, 
Till  every  grace  combine  to  prove 
That  God  has  fixed  his  dwelling  there, 


/  34 .     "  Hope  for  the  Chief  of  Sinners:1 

1  I  left  the  God  of  truth  and  light ; 

I  left  the  God  who  gave  me  breath, 
To  wander  in  the  wilds  of  night, 
And  perish  in  the  snares  of  death ! 

2  Sweet  was  his  service,  and  his  yoke 

Was  light  and  easy  to  be  borne : 
Through  all  his  bonds  of  love  I  broke; 
I  cast  away  his  gifts  with  scorn  ! 

3  Heart-broken,friendless,  poor,cast  down, 

Where  shall  the  chief  of  sinners  fly, 
Almighty  Vengeance !  from  thy  frown  ? 
Eternal  Justice  !  from  thine  eye  ? 

4  Lo !  through  the  gloom  of  guilty  fears, 

My  faith  discerns  a  dawn  of  grace : 
The  Sun  of  Righteousness  appears 
In  Jesus'  reconciling  face ! 

">  Prostrate  before  the  mercy-seat, 
I  dare  not,  if  I  would,  despair; 
None  ever  perished  at  thy  feet, 
And  I  will  lie  for  ever  there. 


777. 


Rest  for  the  Weary. 


1  My  only  Saviour !  when  I  frel 

O'erwhelmed  in  spirit,faint,  oppressed, 
'T  is  sweet  to  tell  thee,  while  I  kneel 
Low  at  thy  feet,  thou  art  my  rest. 

2  I  'm  weary  of  the  strife  within  ; 

Strong  powers  against  my  soul  contest; 
Oh,  let  me  turn  from  self  and  sin 
To  thy  dear  cross,  for  there  is  rest !  . 

3  Oh !  sweet  will  be  the  welcome  day, 

When, from  her  toils  and  woes  released, 
My  parting  soul  in  death  shall  say, 
'"  Now,  Lord !  I  come  to  thee  for  rest." 


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U  /  U.       Looking  to  God  in  Trouble. 

.  1  God  of  my  life!  to  thee  I  call; 
Afflicted  at  thy  feet  I  fall ; 
When  high  the  water-floods  prevail. 
Leave  not  my  trembling  heart  to  fail. 

2  Friend  of  the  friendless  and  the  faint, 
Where  should  I  lodge  my  deep  com- 
plaint— 

Where  but  with  thee,  whose  open  door 
Invites  the  helpless  and  the  poor  ? 

3  Did  ever  mourner  plead  with  thee, 
And  thou  refuse  that  mourner's  plea? 
Doth  not  the  word  still  lixed  remain, 
That  none  shall  seek  thy  face  in  vain  ? 

4  Poor  though  I  am — despised,  forgot, 
Yet  God,  my  God  forgets  me  not ; 
And  he  is  safe,  and  must  succeed, 

For  whom  the  Lord  vouchsafes  to  plead. 


.Sight  of  the,  Cross. 


708. 


I  tiiirst,  but  not  as  once  I  did, 

The  vain  delights  of  earth  to  share ; 
Thy  wounds,  Immanuel,  all  forbid 

That  I  should  seek  my  pleasures  there. 
It  was  the  sight  of  thy  dear  cross 

First  weaned  my  heart  from  earthly 
things, 
And  taught  me  to  esteem  as  dross 

The  mirth  of  fools  and  pomp  of  kings. 

',  Oh  for  that  <rrace  which  springs  from  thee 

And  quickens  all  things  where  it  (lows  ; 

!  Which  makes  a  wretched  thorn  like  me. 

Bloom  as  the  myrtle  or  the  rose! 

For  sure,  of  all  the  plants  that  share 

Tl>."  notice  of  thy  Father's  eye, 
None  proves  less  grateful  fo  his  care, 
Or  yields  bun  meaner  fruit  than  I. 


1AOA  "We  wept  when  vie,  remembered  Zion." 
±U/jU.  Psalm  137> 

1  When  we,  our  wearied  limbs  to  rest, 

Sat  down  by  proud  Euphrates'  stream, 
We  wept, with  doleful  thoughts  oppressed, 

And  Zion  was  our  mournful  theme. 
3  Our  harps  that,  when  with  joy  we  sung, 

Were  wont  their  tuneful  parts  to  bear, 
With  silent  strings  neglected  hung 

On  willow  trees  that  withered  there. 

3  How  shall  we  tune  our  voice  to  sina", 

Or  touch  our  harps  with  skillful  hands? 
Shall  hymns  of  joy,  to  God  our  King, 
Be  sung  by  slaves  in  foreign  lands  V 

4  O  Salem  !  our  once  happy  seat, 

When  I  of  thee  forgetful  prove. 
Let  then  my  trembling  hand  forget 
The  tuneful  strings  with  art  to  move. 

5  If  I  to  mention  thee  forbear, 

Eternal  silence  seize  my  tongue, — 
Or  if  I  sing  one  cheerful  air, 
Till  thy  deliverance  is  my  song. 

LUoO.        Prayer  for  erring   Youth. 

1  Deak  Saviour,  if  these  lambs  should  stray 

From  thy  secure  inclosure's  hound, 
And,  lured  by  worldly  joys  away, 
Among  the  thoughtless  crowd  be  found, 

2  Remember  still  that  they  are  thine, 

That  thy  dear  sacred  name  they  bear: 
Think  that  the  seal  of  loye  divine, 
The  sign  of  covenant  grace  they  wear. 

3  In  all  their  erring,  sinful  years, 

Oh,  let,  them  ne'er  forgotten  be! 
Remember  all  the  prayers  and  te:^rs 
Which  made  them  consecrate  to  thee. 

4  And  when  Ihese  lips  no  more  can  pray, 

These  eyes  can  weep  for  them  no  more, 
Turn  thou  their  feet  from  folly's  way; 
The  wanderers  to  thy  10 Id  restore. 


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bub.     Joy  in  the  Presence  of  God. 

1  Thou,  O  Lord,  wilt  never  leave  me, 

Thou  wilt  never  me  forsake  ; 
Thou  wilt  keep,  and  thou  wilt  save  me, 
While  thy  word  my  guide  I  make: 

Save  from  evil 
For  thy  name  and  mercy's  sake  ! 

2  "When  my  soul  is  dark  and  clouded, 

Torn  with  doubt,  and  worn  with  care, 
Through  the  vail  by  which  't  is  shrouded, 
Light  from  heaven  will  soon  appear; 

And  thy  presence 
Banish  every  doubt  and  fear. 
S  When  my  sky  above  is  glowing, 
And  around  me  all  is  bright ; 
Pleasure,  like  a  river  flowing, 
Fills  my  soul  with  sweet  delight : 

Thou  wilt  keep  me, 
Thou  wilt  guide  my  steps  aright. 
4  When  my  feeble  flame  is  dying, 
And  my  soul  about  to  soar 
To  that  land  where  pain  and  sighing 
Shall  be  heard  and  known  no  more, 

Thou  wilt  fill  me 
With  thy  presence  evermore. 

V  0  O .     "  Hit  compassions  fail  not." 

1  Every  human  tie  may  perish; 

Friend  to  friend  unfaithful  prove  ; 

Mothers  cease  their  own  to  cherish; 

Heaven  and  earth  at  last  remove: 

But  no  changes 
Can  avert  the  Father's  love. 

2  In  the  furnace  <-rod  may  prove  thee, 

Thence  to  bring  thee  forth  more  bright, 
But  can  never  cease  to  love  thee ; 
Thou  art  precious  in  his  sight : 

God  is  with  thee  ;— 
God,  thine  everlasting  Light. 

JLU4  O.  Looking  to  Jems  front  his  Table. 
1  Now,  my  soul,  thy  voice  upraising, 
Sing  the  cro^s  in  ucuraful  strain ; 


Tell  the  sorrows  all-amazing, 
Tell  the  wounds  and  dying  pain 

Which  our  Saviour 
Sinless,  bore,  for  sinners  slain. 

2  He  to  freedom  hath  restored  us 

By  the  very  bonds  he  bare ; 
And  his  flesh  and  blood  afford  us 
Each  a  seal  of  mercy  rare  : 

Lo  !  he  draws  us 
To  the  cross,  and  keeps  us  there. 

3  Jesus !  may  thy  promised  blessing 

Comfort  to  our  souls  afford  ; 
May  we  now  thy  love  possessing, 
And  at  length  our  full  reward, 

Ever  praise  thee, 
Thee,  our  ever-glorious  Lord ! 

Hoy.   Tlie  Missionary's  Farewell. 

1  Yes,  my  native  land !  I  love  thee  ; 

All  thy  scenes,  I  love  them  well : 
Home  and  friends  that  smile  around  me, 
Can  I  bid  you  all  farewell  ? 

Can  I  leave  you, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  ? 

2  Scenes  of  sacred  peace  and  pleasure, 

Holy  days  and  Sabbath  bell, 
Richest,  brightest,  sweetest  treasure, 
Can  I— can  I  say  M  Farewell!" 

Can  I  leave  you, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  ? 

3  Yes  !  I  hasten  from  you  gladly : 

To  the  strangers  let  me  tell 
How  he  died — the  blessed  Saviour— 
To  redeem  a  world  from  hell : 

Let  me  hasten, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell. 

4  Bear  me  on,  thou  restless  ocean  ; 

Let  the  winds  my  canvas  swell : 
Heaves  my  heart  with  warm  emotion, 
While  I  go  far  hence  to  dwell. 

Glad  I  bid  thee, 
Native  land,  farewell,  farewell! 


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b(5.     "  Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing." 

1  Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing, 

Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace ; 
Let.  us  each,  thy  love  possessing, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  grace : 

Oh,  refresh  us, 
Trav'ling  through  this  wilderness! 

2  Thanks  we  give,  and  adoration, 

For  thy  Gospel's  joyful  sound  ; 
May  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound  ; 

May  thy  presence 
With  us  evermore  be  found. 

400.        "  lie  shall  feed  his  flock." 

1  Saviour,  like  a  shepherd  lead  us; 

Much  we  need  thy  tender  care ; 

In  thy  pleasant  pastures  feed  us  ; 

For  our  use  thy  folds  prepare : 

Blessed  Jesus ! 
Thou  hast  bought  us,  thine  we  arc 

2  Thou  hast  promised  to  receive  us, 

Poor  and  sinful  though  we  be  ; 
Thou  hast  mercy  to  relieve  us, 
Grace  to  cleanse,  and  power  to  free  : 

Blessed  Jesus ! 
Let  us  early  turn  to  thee. 

3  Early  let  us  seek  thy  favor ; 

Early  let  us  learn  thy  will ; 
Do  thou,  Lord,  our  only  Saviour, 
With  thy  love  our  bosoms  till : 

Blessed  Jesus ! 
Thou  hast  loved  us,— love  us  still ! 

X 2t 21.        Tlte  Pilgrim' s  Prayer. 

1  Guide  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah, 
Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land ; 


I  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty  ; 
Hold  me  with  thy  powerful  haftd  : 

Bread  of  heaven ! 
Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 

2  Open  thou  the  crystal  fountain, 

Whence  the  healing  streams  do  flow ; 
Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar 
Lead  me  all  my  journey  through  : 

Strong  Deliverer ! 
Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 

3  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 

Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside ; 
Death  of  death !  and  hell's  Destruction ! 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side  : 

Songs  of  praises 
I  will  ever  give  to  thee. 

1099        ^  Pilgrim's  Prayer. 

*^      '(Another  form  of  the  preceding  Hymn.) 

1  Shepherd  of  thine  Israel !  lead  us, 

Pilgrims  o'er  this  barren  sand ; 
Thou  who  hast  from  bondage  freed  us, 
Guard  us  by  thine  outstretched  hand: 

Guide  thy  chosen 
Safely  to  the  promised  land. 

2  Feed  us  with  the  heavenly  manna ; 

Fainting,  may  we  feel  thy  might ; 
Go  before  us  as  our  banner, 
Cloud  by  day,  and  fire  by  night : 

Great  Redeemer, 
Shine  around  us ; — thou  art  light. 

3  When  we  come  to  death's  dark  river, 

Bid  the  swelling  stream  divide ; 
Thou  who  canst  our  life  deliver, 
Bear  us  through  the  sundered  tid@: 

Praises,  praises 
Will  we  sin":  on  Canaan's  side. 


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Prayer  to  the  Trinity. 


1  Holy  Father,  hear  my  cry ; 

Holy  Saviour,  bend  thine  ear ; 
Holy  Spirit,  come  thou  nigh : 
Father,  Saviour,  Spirit,  hear ! 

2  Father,  save  me  from  my  sin ; 

Saviour,  I  thy  mercy  crave ; 

Gracious  Spirit,  make  me  clean: 

Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  save! 

3  Father,  let  me  taste  thy  love  ; 

Saviour,  fill  my  soul  with  peace ; 
Spirit,  come  my  heart  to  move  : 
Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  bless  ! 

4  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit— thou 

One  Jehovah,  shed  abroad 
All  thy  grace  within  me  now ; 
Be  my  Father  and  my  God ! 


"Humbled  in  the  dust. 


592. 


1  Sovereign  Ruler,  Lord  of  all  S 
Prostrate  at  thy  feet  we  fall ; 
Hear,  oh,  hear  our  earnest  cry ! 
Frown  not,  lest  we  faint  and  die. 

2  Vilest  of  the  sons  of  men, 
Chief  of  sinners  we  have  been : 
Oft  have  sinned  before  thy  face ; 
Trampled  on  thy  richest  grace. 

8  Justly  might  the  fatal  dart 
Pierce  our  guilty,  broken  heart ; 
Justly  might  thy  righteous  breath 
Doom  us  to  eternardeath. 

4  Jesus !  save  our  dying  soul ; 
Make  our  broken  spirit  whole : 
Humbled  in  the  dust  we  lie ; 
Saviour !  leave  us  not  to  die. 


bU4 .  "Mercy  for  the  chief  of  smners." 

1  Depth  of  mercy ! — can  there  be 
Mercy  still  reserved  for  me  ? 
Can  my  God  his  wrath  forbear? 
Me,  the  chief  of  sinners,  spare  ? 

2  I  have  scorned  the  Son  of  God, 
Trampled  on  his  precious  blood, 
Would  not  hearken  to  his  calls, 
Grieved  him  by  a  thousand  falls. 

3  Lord,  incline  me  to  repent; 
Let  me  now  my  fall  lament — 
Deeply  my  revolt  deplore, 
Weep,  believe,  and  sin  no  more. 

4  Still  for  me  the  Saviour  stands, 
Shows  his  wounds,and  spreads  his  hands 
God  is  love;  I  know,  I  feel; 

Jesus  weeps,  and  loves  me  still. 


U  0  O .  A  quiet  Spirit. 

1  Prince  of  Peace !  control  my  will  ; 
Bid  this  struggling  heart  be  still ; 
Bid  my  fears  and  doubtings  cease, — 
Hush  my  spirit  into  peace. 

2  Thou  hast  bought  me  with  thy  blood, 
Opened  wide  the  gate  to  God  ; 
Peace  I  ask — but  peace  must  be, 
Lord,  in  being  one  with  thee. 

3  May  thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done ; 
May  thy  will  and  mine  be  one  : 
Chase  these  doubtings  from  my  heart; 
Now  thy  perfect  peace  impart. 

4  Saviour !  at  thy  feet  I  fall ; 
Thou  my  Life,  my  God,  my  All ! 
Let  thy  happy  servant  be 

One  for  evermore  with  thee  ! 


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776.         TTert  ry  of  Self  a  nd  Sin. 

1  Jesus  !  full  of  truth  and  love, 

We  thy  kindest  word  obey ; 
Faithful  let  thy  mercies  prove ; 
Take  our  load  of  guilt  away. 

2  "Weary  of  this  war  within, 

Weary  of  this  endless  strife, 
Weary  of  ourselves  and  sin, 
Weary  of  a  wretched  life ; 

8  Burdened  with  a  world  of  grief, 
Burdened  with  our  sinful  load, 
Burdened  with  this  unbelief, 
Burdened  with  the  wrath  of  God 

4  Lo !  we  come  to  thee  for  ease, 
True  and  gracious  as  thou  art : 
Now  our  weary  souls  release  ; 
Write  forgiveness  on  each  heart. 


841. 


•A  living  Sacrifice." — Psalm  51. 


1  Jesus,  who  upon  the  tree 
Wast  an  offering  for  me, 

Take  this  throbbing  heart  of  rnine,- 
Lay  it  on  thy  holy  shrine. 

2  As  thy  love  accepteth  naught 
Save  what  love  itself  hatlAvrought, 
Offer  thou  my  sacrifice, 

Else  to  heaven  it  can  not  rise. 

3  Take  away  my  erring  will ; 
All  my  wayward  passions  kill ; 
Tear  my  heart  from  out  my  heart, 
Though  it  cost  me  bitter  smart. 

4.  Fain  were  I  of  self  bereft, 
Naught  but  thee  within  me  left ; 
Living  sacrifice  I  am, 
Offered  only  in  thy  name. 


910.     "  Make  me  like  a  little  ch  ild." 

1  Jesus,  cast  a  look  on  me  ! 
Give  me  true  simplicity : 

Make  me  poor,  and  keep  me  low, 
Seeking  only  thee  to  know. 

2  All  that  feeds  my  busy  pride, 
Cast  it  evermore  aside ; 

Bid  my  will  to  thine  submit ; 
Lay  me  humbly  at  thy  feet. 

3  Make  me  like  a  little  child, 
Simple,  teachable,  and  mild; 
Seeing  only  in  thy  light ; 
Walking  only  in  thy  might ! 

4  Leaning  on  thy  loving  breast, 
Where  a  weary  soul  may  rest ; 
Feeling  well  the  peace  of  God 
Flowing  from  thy  precious  blood ! 


1  0  J./I     "  In  the  name  of  the  Father,  the  Son, 
1U11,    and  the  Holy  Ghost."— Matt.  2S:  I* 

1  Heavenly  Father!  may  thy  love 
Beam  upon  us  from  above ; 

Let  this  infant  find  a  place 
In  thy  covenant  of  grace. 

2  Son  of  God !  be  with  us  here  ; 
Listen  to  our  humble  prayer ; 
Let  thy  blood,  on  Calvary  spilt, 
Cleanse  this  child  from  nature's  guilt. 

3  Holy  Ghost !  to  thee  we  cry  : 
Thou  this  infant  sanctify; 
Thine  almighty  power  display; 
Seal  j  Wm  >  to  redemption's  day. 

4  Great  Jehovah  ! — Father,  Son, 
Holy  Spirit — Three  in  One, 

Let  the  blessing  come  from  thee ; 
Thine  shall  all  the  glory  be ! 


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0 1 D .  Prayer  for  Wisdom. 

1  Almighty  God,  in  humble  prayer, 

To  thee  our  souls  we  lift : 
Do  thou  our  waiting  minds  prepare 
For  thy  most  needful  gift. 

2  We  ask  not  golden  streams  of  wealth 

Along  our  path  to  flow ; 
We  ask  not  undeeaying  health, 
Nor  length  of  years  below ; 

3  We  ask  not  honors,  which  an  hour 

May  bring  and  take  away ; 
We  ask  not  pleasure,pomp,  and  power, — 
Lest  we  should  go  astray : 

4  We  ask  for  wisdom :  Lord,  impart 

The  knowledge  how  to  live ; 
A  wise  and  understanding  heart 
To  all  before  thee  give. 

819.  »  TJiine,  wholly  Tliine,  oh,  let  us  he  /" 

1  Eternal  Father,  God  of  love, 

To  thee  our  hearts  we  raise ; 
Thy  all-sustaining  power  we  prove. 
And  gladly  sing  thy  praise. 

2  Thine,  wholly  thine,  oh,  let  us  be ! 

Our  sacrifice  receive ; 
Made  and  preserved,  and  saved  by  thee, 
To  thee  ourselves  we  give. 

3  Come,  Holy  Ghost !  the  Saviour's  love 

Shed  in  our  hearts  abroad ; 

So  shall  we  ever  live  and  move, 

And  be  with  Christ,  in  God. 

8o4.  Giving  all  for  Clirist—  Mark  S :  Si. 

1  And  must  I  part  with  all  I  have, 

My  dearest  Lord,  for  thee  ? 
It  is  but  right,  since  thou  hast  done 
Much  more  than  this  for  me. 

2  Yes,  let  it  go ! — one  look  from  thee 

Will  more  than  make  amends 
For  all  the  losses  I  sustain 
Of  credit,  riches,  friends. 


3  Ten  thousand  worlds,  ten  thousand  lives, 

How  worthless  they  appear, 
Compared  with  thee,  supremely  good, 
Divinely  bright  and  fair ! 

4  Saviour  of  souls  !  could  I  from  thee 

A  single  smile  obtain, 
The  loss  of  all  things  I  could  bear, 
And  glory  in  my  gain. 

64  U.       Tlie  New  Covenant  sealed. 

1  "  The  promise  of  my  Father's  love 

Shall  stand  for  ever  good :" 
He  said,  and  gave  his  soul  to  death, 
And  sealed  the  grace  with  blood. 

2  To  this  dear  covenant  of  thy  word 

I  set  my  worthless  name ; 
I  seal  th'  engagement  to  my  Lord, 
And  make  my  humble  claim. 

3  I  call  that  legacy  my  own 

Which  Jesus  did  bequeath ; 
'T  was  purchased  with  a  dying  groan, 
And  ratified  in  death. 

4  The  light  and  strength,  the  pardoning 

grace, 
And  glory  shall  be  mine  : 
My  life  and  soul,  my  heart  and  flesh, 
And  all  my  powers  are  thine. 

1  A,j  O     "  Planted  together  in  the  likeness  of 
±  U-±  O .  Jiis  death."— Rom.  G  :  4,  5. 

1  We  long  to  move  and  breathe  in  thee, 

Inspired  with  thine  own  breath, 
To  live  thy  life,  O  Lord,  and  be 
Baptized  into  thy  death ; — 

2  Thy  death  to  sin  we  die  below, 

But  Ave  shall  rise  in  love ; 
We  here  are  planted  in  thy  woe, 
But  we  shall  bloom  above ; — 

3  Above  we  shall  thy  glory  share, 

As  Ave  thy  cross  have  borne ; 
Ev'n  we  shall  crowns  of  honor  wear, 
When  wc  the  thorns  have  worn. 


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Thy  crown  of  thorns  is  all  our  boast, 

While  now  we  fall  before 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

And  tremble,  love,  adore. 

1  C\A  P\  "  Suffer  them  to  come  unto  Me." 
-LU^rO.  Matt.  19:  14. 

1  See, Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stands 

With  all-engaging  charms ; 
Hark,  how  he  calls  the  tender  lambs, 
And  folds  them  in  his  arms ! 

2  "  Permit  them  to  approach,"  he  cries, 

"  Nor  scorn  their  humble  name ; 
For  't  was  to  bless  such  souls  as  these, 
The  Lord  of  angels  came." 

3  We  bring  them,  Lord,  in  thankful  hands, 

And  yield  them  up  to  thee; 
Joyful  that  we  ourselves  are  thine, — 
Thine  let  our  offspring  be. 

1  f\A  A       "  And  forbid  them  not." 
lU^O.  Matt.  19:  14. 

1  Oh,  wondrous  is  thy  mercy,  Lord ! 

We  hear  thy  word  of  grace, 
"  Forbid  them  not," — oh,  rich  the  word 
That  calls  our  infant  race ! 

2  Our  infant  race  we  bring  to  thee : 

Receive  them  as  thine  own ! 
Now  and  for  ever  may  they  be 
Thine  wholly,  thine  alone. 

*1  H  A  *7   "  A  God  unto  thee  and  to  thy  seed 
±\J±  I  .        Ufter  tkee.n— Genesis  17:  7. 

1  How  large  the  promise  !  how  divine ! 

To  Abraham  and  his  seed : 
"  I  '11  be  a  God  to  thee  and  thine, 
Supplying  all  their  need." 

2  The  words  of  his  extensive  love 

From  age  to  age  endure : 
The  angel  of  the  covenant  proves, 
And  seals  the  blessings  sure. 
8  Jesus  the  ancient  faith  confirms, 
To  our  great  fathers  given ; 


He  takes  young  children  to  his  arms, 
And  calls  them  heirs  of  heaven. 
4  Our  God ! — how  faithful  are  his  ways  ! 
His  love  endures  the  same ; 
Nor  from  the  promise  of  his  grace 
Blots  out  the  children's  name. 
1  "I  A  (\    "  They  are  no  more  twain,  but  one 


1  We  join  to  pray,  with  wishes  kind, 

A  blessing,  Lord,  from  thee, 
On  those  who  now  the  bands  have  twiaed 
Which  ne'er  may  broken  be. 

2  We  know  that  scenes  not  always  bright 

Must  unto  them  be  given ; 
But  over  all  give  thou  the  light 
Of  love,  and  truth,  and  heaven. 

3  Still  hand  in  hand,  their  journey  through, 

Joint  pilgrims  may  they  go ; 
Mingling  their  joys  as  helpers  true, 
And  sharing  every  woe. 

4  May  each  in  each  still  feed  the  flame 

Of  pure  and  holy  love ; 
In  faith  and  trust  and  heart  the  same, 
The  same  their  home  above. 

"|1/("|    "It  is  not  good  that  man  should  be 
A-A.rt±.  alone.'1'' 

1  Not  for  the  summer  hour  alone, 

When  skies  resplendent  shine, 
And  }routh  and  pleasure  fill  the  throne, 
Our  hearts  and  hands  we  join ; 

2  But  for  those  stern  and  wintery  days 

Of  sorrow,  pain,  and  fear, 
When  Heaven'swisc  discipline  doth  make 
Our  earthly  journey  drear. 

3  Not  for  this  span  of  life  alone, 

Which  like  a  blast  doth  fly, 
And,  as  the  transient  flowers  of  grass, 
Just  blossom,  droop,  and  die ; 

4  But  for  a  being  without  end 

This  vow  of  love  we  take : 
Grant  us,  O  Lord,  one  home  at  last. 
For  thy  great  mercy's  sake  1 


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DOXOLOGIES. 


1  L.  M. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  holy  Ghost, 
The  God  whom  earth  and  heaven  adore, 

Be  glory  as  it  was  of  old, 
Is  now,  and  shall  be  evermore ! 

2  L,  M. 

Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings 

flow ! 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below! 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ! 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  "Ghost ! 

3  L.  M. 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  honor,  praise,  and  glory  given, 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven ! 

4  L.  M. 

Glory  to  thee,  O  God,  most  high! 
Father,  we  praise  thy  majesty  ! 
The  Son,  the  Spirit,  we  adore, 
One  Godhead,  blest  for  evermore ! 

5  L.  M.  81. 

Eternal  Father !  throned  above, 
Thou  fountain  of  redeeming  love  ! 
Eternal  Word !  who  left  thy  throne 
For  man's  rebellion  to  atone ; 
Eternal  Spirit,  who  dost  give 
That  grace  whereby  our  spirits  live  ; 
Thou  "God  of  our  salvation,  be 
Eternal  praises  paid  to  thee  ! 

6  C.  M. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

One  God,  whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory  as  it  was,  is  now, 

And  shall  be  evermore ! 

7  C.  M. 

Let  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit,  be  adored, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him 
known, 

Or  saints  to  love  the  Lord ! 


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S.  M. 


The  Father  and  the  Son 

And  Spirit  we  adore  ; 
We  praise,  we  bless,  we  worship  thee, 

Both  now  and  evermore  ! 


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To  God,  the  Father,  Son, 

And  Spirit,  glory  be, 
As  was,  and  is,  and  shall  remain 

Through  all  eternity  I 


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L.  P.  M. 


Now  to  the  great  and  sacred  Three, 
The  Father,  "Son,  and  Spirit,  be 

Eternal  praise  and  glory  given, — 
Through  all  the  worldswhereGod  is  kno vm% 
By  all  the  angels  near  the  throne, 

And  all  the  saints  in  earth  and  heaven  I 


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C.  P.  M. 


To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God,  whom  heaven's  triumphant  host 

And  saints  on  earth  adore, 
Be  glory  as  in  ages  past, 
Is  now,  and  shall  for  ever  last, 

When  time  shall  be  no  more ! 


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H.M. 


To  God,  the  Father,  Son, 

And  Spirit  ever  blest, 
Eternal  Three  in  One, 
All  worship  be  addressed. 
As  heretofore 
It  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  be  so 
For  evermore  I 


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H.M. 


To  God  the  Father's  throne 

Your  highest  honors  raise; 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 
To  God  the  Spirit  praise : 
With  all  our  powers,  I  Thy  name  we  sing. 
Eternal  King !  While  faith  adores* 


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Sing  we  to  onr  God  above 
Praise  eternal  as  his  love; 
Praise  him,  all  ye  heavenly  host — 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ! 


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Pkatse  the  name  of  God  most  high : 
Praise  him  all  below  the  sky ; 
Praise  him,  all  ye  heavenly  host — 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ! 
As  through  countless  ages  past, 
Evermore  his  praise  shall  last. 


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7s. 


Blessing,  honor,  glory,  might, 
And  dominion  infinite, 
To  the  Father  of  our  Lord, 
To  the  Spirit  and  the  Word : 
As  it  was  all  worlds  before, 
Is,  and  shall  be  evermore. 


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8s  &  Is. 


Praise  the  God  of  our  salvation, 

Praise  the  Father's  boundless  love; 
Praise  the  Lamb,  our  expiation ; 

Praise  the  Spirit  from  above ; 
Praise  the  Fountain  of  salvation, 

Him  by  whom  our  spirits  live ; 
Undivided  adoration 

To  the  one  Jehovah  give ! 


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8s,  Is  &  4. 


Great  Jehovah,  we  adore  thee, 
God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 

God  the  Spirit,  joined  in  glory 
On  the  same  eternal  throne; 

Endless  praises 
To  Jehovah,  Three  in  One  I 


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Is  <fe  6s. 


Iambic. 


To  thee  be  praise  for  ever 

Thou  glorious  King  of  kings! 

Thy  wondrous  love  and  favor 
Each  ransomed  spirit  sings: 


We  Ti  celebrate  thy  glory 
With  all  thy  saints  above, 

And  shout  the  joyful  story 
Of  thy  redeeming  love. 


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7s  &  6s.        Trochaic. 


Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost, 

One  God,  whom  we  adore, 
Join  we  with  the  heavenly  host 

To  praise  thee  evermore  : 
Live,  by  heaven  and  earth  adored, 

Three  in  One,  and  One  in  Three, 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 

All  glory  be  to  thee  ! 


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10s 


To  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  ever  blest, 
Eternal  praise  and  worship  be  addressed ; 
From  age  to  age,  ye  saints,  his  name  adore, 
And  spread  his  fame,  till  time  shall  be  no 
more ! 


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lis. 


0  Father  Almighty,  to  thee  be  addressed, 
With  Christ  and  the  Spirit,  one  God  ever 

blest, 
All  glory  and  worship,  from  earth  and  from 

heaven, 
As  was,  and  is  now,  and  shall  ever  be  gi  ven ! 


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6s  &  4s. 


To  God,  the  Father,  Son, 
And  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 

All  praise  be  given  ! 
Crown  him  in  every  song ; 
To  him  your  hearts  belong 
Let  all  his  praise  prolong 

On  earth,  in  heaven ! 


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We  praise,  we  worship  thee, 
Blessed  and  holy  Three. 

Wisdom,  Love,  Might ! 
Boundless  as  ocean's  tide, 
Rolling  in  fullest  pride, 
O'er  the  world  far  and  wide, 

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Blessed  is  the  man  that  walketh  not  in  the  counsel  |  of  the    •  un-  [  godly, 
Nor  standeth  in  the  way  of  sinners,  nor  sitteth  in  the  |  seat —  |  of  the  |  scornfuL 

But  his  delight  is  in  the  |  law  .  of  the  Lord ; 
And  in  his  law  doth  he  |  medi  -  tate  |  day  and  |  night. 

And  he  shall  be  like  a  tree  planted  by  the  I  rivers  •  of  j  water, 
That  bringeth  forth  his  |  fruit —  |  in  his  |  season ; 

His  leaf  also  |  shall  not  |  wither; 
And  whatso-  |  ever  he  |  doeth  shall  |  prosper, 

The  ungodly  |  are  not  |  so : 
But  are  like  the  chaff  which  the  [  wind —  |  driveth  •  a-  J  way. 

Therefore  the  ungodly  shall  not  |  stand  •  in  the  |  judgment, 
Nor  sinners  in  the  congre-  |  gatiou  \  of  the  |  righteous  : 

For  the  Lord  knoweth  the  |  way  .  of  the  J  righteous ; 
But  the  way  of  the  un-  |  godly  |  shall—  [  perish. 


Selection,  NO.  2.  Psalm  yiii. 

1  0  Lord  our  Lord,  how  excellent  is  thy  name  in  |  all  the  |  earth! 

Who  hast  set  thy  |  glory  a-  |  bove  the  |  heavens. 

2  Out  of  the  mouth  of  babes  and  sucklings  hast  thou  ordained  strength  be- 1  causs 

of  •  thine  |  enemies, 
That  thou  mightest  still  the  |  ene  -  my  |  and  .  the  a-  |  venger. 

3  When  I  consider  thy  Heavens,  the  |  work  of  •  thy  |  fingers, 

The  moon  and  the  stars  |  which  thou  |  hast  or-  (  dained ; 

4  What  is  man,  that  thou  art  |  mindful  .  of  |  him  ? 

And  the  son  of  man  |  that  thou  |  visit  -  est  |  him  ? 

5  For  thou  hast  made  him  a  little  lower  |  than  the  |  angels, 

And  hast  crowned  him  with  |  glory  |  and—  |  honor. 


6  Thou  madest  him  to  have  dominion  over  the  |  works  of 

Thou  hast  put  |  all  things  |  under  •  his  |  feet : 

7  All  |  sheep  and  ]  oxen, 

Yea,  and  the  |  beasts —  |  of  the  |  field ; 

8  The  fowl  of  the  air,  and  the  |  fish  •  of  the  |  sea, 

And  whatsoever  passeth  through  the  |  paths —  J  of  the  J  seas. 

SOI  Lord  our  |  Lord, 

How  excellent  is  thy  |  name  in  |  all  the  J  earth  1 


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Psalm  XIX. 


1  The  heavens  declare  the  |  glory  •  of  |  God ; 

And  the  firmament  |  showeth  •  his  |  handy  |  work. 

2  Day  unto  day  uttereth  speech,  and  night  unto  |  night  showeth  |  knowledge. 

There  is  no  speech  nor  language,  where  their  |  voice —  |  is  not  \  heard. 

3  Their  line  is  gone  out  through  |  all  the  |  earth, 

And  their  words  to  the  |  end —  |  of  the  |  world, 

4  In  them  hath  he  set  a  tabernacle  |  for  the  |  sun, 

Which  is  as  a  bridegroom  coming  out  of  his  chamber,  and  rejoiceth  as  a  strong  | 
man  to  |  run  a  |  race. 

5  His  going  forth  is  from  the  end  of  the  heaven,  and  his  circuit  unto  the  |  ends —  |  of  it: 

And  there  is  nothing  |  hid  •  from  the  |  heat  there-  |  of. 

6  The  law  of  the  Lord  is  perfect,  con-  I  verting  •  the  |  soul : 

The  testimony  of  the  Lord  is  sure,  |  making  |  wise  the  |  simple. 

7  The  statutes  of  the  Lord  are  right,  re-  |  joiciug  the  |  heart : 

The  commandment  of  the  Lord  is  |  pure,  en-  |  lightening  •    the  |  eyes. 

8  The  fear  of  the  Lord  is  clean,  en-  |  during  •  for  |  ever: 

The  judgments  of  the  Lord  are  true  and  |  righteous  |  alto- 1  gether. 

9  More  to  be  desired  are  they  than  gold,  yea,  than  |  much  fine  |  gold : 

Sweeter  also  than  honey  |  and  the  |  honey-  |  comb. 

10  Moreover  by  them  is  thy  |  servant  |  warned : 

And  in  keeping  of  them  |  there  is  |  great  re-  |  ward. 

11  Who  can  under-  |  stand  his  |  errors  ? 

Cleanse  thou  |  me  from  j  secret  |  faults. 
IS  Keep  back  thy  servant  also  from  presumptuous  sins  ;  let  them  not  have  do-  |  min- 
ion |  over  me : 
Then  shall  I  be  upright,  and  I  shall  be  innocent  |  from  the  |  great  trans-  |  gression. 
13  Let  the  words  of  my  mouth,  and  the  meditation  of  my  heart,  be  acceptable  |  in 
thy  |  sight, 
0  Lord,  my  |  Strength,  and  |  my  Re- 1  deemer. 


Selection,  No.  4. 


Psalm  XXIII. 


The  Lord  |  is  my  I  shepherd  ; 

I  |  shall —  |  not —  |  want. 
He  maketh  me  to  lie  down  in  |  green —  |  pastures ; 

He  leadeth  me  be-  |  side  the  |  still  —  |  waters. 
He  re-  |  storeth  •  my  |  soul : 

He  leadeth  me  in  the  paths  of  righteousness  |  for  his  |  name's —  |  sake. 
Tea,  though  I  walk  through  the  valley  of  the  shadow  of  death,  I  will  |  fear  no  |  evil 

For  thou  art  with  me;  thy  rod  and  thy  |  staff  they  |  comfort  |  me. 
Thou  preparest  a  table  before  me  in  the  presence  |  of  mine  |  enemies  : 

Thou  anoiutest  my  head  with  oil ;  my  |  cup —  |  runneth  |  over. 
Surely  goodness  and  mercy  shall  follow  me  all  the  |  days  of  .  my  |  life ; 

And  I  will  dwell  in  the  |  house  .  of  the  I  Lord  for  I  ever. 
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1  The  Earth  is  the  Lord's,  and  the  |  fullness  .  there- 1  of; 

The  world,  and  |  they  that  |  dwell  there-  |  in. 

2  For  he  hath  founded  it  up-  |  on  the  |  seas, 

And  established  |  it  up-  |  on  the  |  floods. 

3  Who  shall  ascend  into  the  |  hill .  of  the  |  Lord? 

Or  who  shall  stand  ]  in  his  I  holy  place  ? 

4  He  that  hath  clean  hands,  and  a  |  pure  —  |  heart ; 

Who  hath  not  lifted  up  his  soul  unto  vanity,  |  nor  —  |  sworn  de- 1  ceitfully. 

5  He  shall  receive  the  blessing  |  from  the  |  Lord, 

And  righteousness  from  the  |  God  of  |  his  sal-  J  vation. 

6  This  is  the  generation  of  |  them  that  |  seek  him, 

That  |  seek  thy  j  face,  O  |  Jacob. 

7  Lift  up  your  heads,  O  ye  gates ;  and  be  ye  lift  up,  ye  ever-  |  lasting  |  doors ; 

And  the  King  of  |  glory  |  shall  come  |  in. 

8  Who  is  this  |  King  of  |  glory  ? 

The  Lord,  strong  and  mighty,  the  |  Lord  —  |  mighty  .  in  |  battle. 

9  Lift  up  your  heads,  O  ye  gates ;  even  lift  them  up,  ye  ever- 1  lasting  |  doors; 

And  the  King  of  |  glory  J  shall  come  |  in. 

10  Who  is  this  |  King  of  |  glory  ? 

The  Lord  of  hosts,  |  he  .  is  the  |  King  of  |  glory. 


Selection,  No.  6. 

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Psalm  XXY.  1-14. 


1  Unto  thee,  0  Lord,  do  I  lift  |  up  my 

O  my  |  God,  I  |  trust  in  |  thee : 

2  Let  me  |  not  .  be  a-  |  shamed, 

Let  not  mine  enemies  |  triumph  |  over  J  me.  » 

S  Yea,  let  none  that  wait  on  |  thee  .  be  a-  |  shamed ; 

Let  them  be  ashamed  which  trans-  |  gress  with- 1  out  —  J  cause. 

4  Shew  me  thy  ways,  O  Lord ;  |  teach  me  •  thy  |  paths. 

Lead  me  in  thy  |  truth,  and  |  teach  —  J  me : 

5  For  thou  art  the  God  of  I  my  sal-  |  vation ; 

On  thee  do  I  |  wait  —  [  all  the  |  day. 

6  Retnember,  O  Lord,  thy  tender  mercies  and  thy  [  loving- 1  kindnesses ; 

For  |  they  .  have  been  |  ever  .  of  |  old. 

7  Remember  not  the  sins  of  my  youth,  nor  my  |  trans —  |  gressions; 

According  to  thy  mercy  remember  thou  me,  for  thy  |  goodness1  1  sake,  O  ]  Lord. 


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CHANT.    No.  IV.  Dr.  Woodward. 


8  Good  and  upright  |  is  the  |  Lord  : 

Therefore  will  he  teach  |  sinners  |  in  the  |  way. 

9  The  meek  -will  he  |  guide  in  |  judgment :  » 

And  the  |  meek  .  will  he  |  teach  his  \  way. 

10  All  the  paths  of  the  Lord  are  |  mercy  .and  |  truth 

Unto  such  as  keep  his  covenant  |  and  his  |  testi  -  mo-  1 1 

11  For  thy  name's  sake,  O  Lord,  pardon  |  mine  in-  |  iquity ; 

For  I  it —  |  is —  |  great. 

12  What  man  is  he  that  |  feareth .  the  |  Lord  ? 

Him  shall  he  teach  in  the  |  way  that  |  he  shall  |  choose. 

13  His  soul  shall  |  dwell  at  |  ease : 

And  his  |  seed  •  shall  in-  |  herit  the  |  earth. 

14  The  secret  of  the  Lord  is  with  |  them  that  |  fear  him ; 

And  he  will  |  shew  them  |  his—  |  covenant. 


Selection,  No.  7. 


From  Psalm  XXVTL 


1  The  Lord  is  my  light  and  my  salvation  ;  |  whom  •  shall  I  |  fear? 

The  Lord  is  the  strength  of  my  life  ;  of  |  whom  .  shall  I  |  be  a- 1  fraid? 

2  Though  a  host  shouid  encamp  against  me,  my  J  heart  •  shall  not  |  fear ; 

Though  war  should  rise  against  me,  in  |  this  will  j  I  be  |  confident. 

3  One  thing  have  I  desired  of  the  Lord,  that  will  I  |  seek —  |  after: 

That  1  may  dwell  in  the  house  of  the  Lord  all  the  |  days  of  |  my  —  |  life, 

4  To  behold  the  beauty  |  of  the  |  Lord, 

And  to  in-  j  quire  in  j  his —  |  temple. 

5  For  in  the  time  of  trouble  he  shall  hide  me  in  |  his  pa-  |  vilion : 

In  the  secret  of  his  tabernacle  shall  he  hide  me :  he  shall  set  me  |  up,  up-  I  on  a 
|  rock. 

6  And  now  shall  mine  head  be  lifted  up  above  mine  enemies  |  round  a-  |  bout  me: 

Therefore  will  1  offer  in  his  tabernacle  sacrifices  of  joy;  I  will  sing,  yea,  I  will 
sing  |  praises  |  unto  .  the  |  Lord. 

7  Hear,  0  Lord,  when  T  j  cry  •  with  my  |  voice : 

Have  mercy  also  up-  |  on—  |  me,  and  |  answer  me. 

8  When  thou  saidst,  |  Seek  ye  .  my  |  face ; 

My  heart  said  unto  thee,  Thy  face,  j  Lord,  will  (  I—  |  seek. 

9  Hide  not  thy  face  |  far—  |  from  me ; 

Put  not  thy  |  servant  a-  |  way  in  |  anger  :  • 

30  Thou  hast  |  been  my  |  help: 

Leave  me  not,  neither  forsake  me,  O  |  God  of  |  my  sal  -  vation. 


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Psalm  XXXIII.    1-12. 


1  Rejoice  in  the  Lord,  |  O  ye  |  righteous : 

For  praise  is  |  comely  |  for  the  |  upright. 

2  Praise  the  f  Lord  with  |  harp : 

Sing  unto  him  with  the  psaltery  and  an  |  instrument  |  of  ten  |  strings. 

3  Sing  unto  him  a  I  new—  |  song ; 

Play  skillfully  |  with  a  [  loud  —  |  noise. 

4  For  the  word  of  the  |  Lord  is  |  right ; 

And  all  his  |  works  are  |  done  in  |  truth. 

5  He  loveth  |  vighteousness  and  |  judgment : 

The  earth  is  full  of  the  |  goodness  |  of  the  |  Lord. 

6  By  the  word  of  the  Lord  were  the  |  heavens  —  |  made ; 

And  all  the  host  of  them  by  the  |  breath  of  |  his—  |  mouth. 

7  He  gathered  the  waters  of  the  sea  together  |  as  an  |  heap : 

He  layeth  up  the  |  depth  in  |  store |  houses. 

8  Let  all  the  earth  |  fear  the  |  Lord : 

Let  all  the  inhabitants  of  the  world  |  stand  in  |  awe  of  [  him. 

9  For  he  spake,  and  |  it  was  |  done ; 

He  commanded,  |  and  it  |  stood- 


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10  The  Lord  b/ingeth  the  counsel  of  the  |  heathen  .  to  |  naught : 

He  maketh  the  devices  of  the  |  people  ,  of  |  none  ef-  |  feet. 

11  The  counse:  of  the  Lord  |  standeth  •  for-  |  ever, 

The  thoughts  of  his  heart  to  |  all  —  |  gener-  |  ations. 

12  Blessed  is  t.ie  nation  whose  |  God  •  is  the   |  Lord ; 

And  the  people  whom  he  hath  chosen  for  his  |  own  in-  |  her  -  it- 1  ance. 


Selection,  No.  9. 


From  Psalm  XXXIV. 


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His  praise  shall  continually  |  be  in  |  my< 


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2  My  soul  shall  make  her  |  boast  .  in  the   |  Lord  : 

The  humble  shall  |  hear  there -of,  |  and  be  |  glad. 

3  Ob,  magnify  the  |  Lord  with  |  me, 

And  let  us  ex-  |  alt  his  |  name  to-  |  gether. 


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And  delivered  ine  from  |  all  —  |  my  —  |  fears. 

5  The  angel  of  the  Lord  encampeth  round  about  |  them  that  |  fear  him, 

And  de-  |  liver-  |  eth  —  |  them. 

6  Oh,  taste  and  see  that  the  |  Lord  is  |  good : 

Blessed  is  the  |  man  that  |  trusteth  .  in  |  him. 

7  Oh,  fear  the  Lord,  |  ye  his  |  saints  : 

For  there  is  no  want  to  |  them  that  |  fear —  |  him. 

8  The  young  lions  do  lack,  and  |  suffer  |  hunger : 

But  they  that  seek  the  Lord  shall  not  |  want  —  |  any  good  |  thing. 

9  The  righteous  cry,  and  the  |  Lord —  |  heareth, 

And  delivereth  them  |  out  of  |  all  their  |  troubles. 

10  The  Lord  is  nigh  unto  them  that  are  of  a  |  broken  |  heart ; 

And  saveth  such  as  |  be  of  .  a  |  contrite  |  si_)irit. 

11  Many  are  the  afflictions  ]  of  the  |  righteous  : 

But  the  Lord  delivereth  him  |  out  of  |  them —  |  all. 

12  The  Lord  redeemeth  the  |  soul  of  .  his  |  servants ; 

And  none  of  them  that  trust  in  I  him—  I  shall  be  I  desolate. 


Selection,  No.  10. 


Psalm  XXXVI.  5-10. 


1  Thy  mercy,  O  Lord,  is  |  in  the  |  heavens : 

And  thy  faithfulness  |  reacheth  |  unto  .  the  |  clouds. 

2  Thy  righteousness  is  like  the  great  mountains;  thyjudgmentsarea  |  great —  |  deep: 

O  Lord,  thou  pre-  |  servest  |  man  and  |  beast. 

3  How  excellent  is  thy  loving-  |  kindness,  .  O  |  God! 

Therefore  the  children  of  "men  put  their  trust  uuder  the  |  shadow  |  of  thy  |  wings. 

4  They  shall  be  abundantly  satisfied  with  the  fatness  |  of  thy  |  house ; 

And  thou  shalt  make  them  drink  of  the  |  river  .  of  |  thy —  |  pleasures. 

5  For  with  thee  is  the  |  fountain  .  of  |  life  : 

In  thy  light  shall  |  we —  |  see —  |  light. 

6  Oh,  continue  thy  loving-kindness  unto  |  them  that  |  know  thee ; 

And  thy  righteousness  to  the  |  upright  |  in  —  |  heart. 


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1  As  the  hart  panteth  after  the  |  water  |  brooks, 

So  panteth  my  soul  after  |  thee—  |  O—  |  God. 

2  My  soul  thirsteth  for  God,  for  the  |  living  |  God ! 

When  shall  I  come  and  ap-  |  pear  be-  |  fore —  |  God  ? 

3  My  tears  have  been  my  meat  |  day  and  I  night, 

While  they  continually  say  unto  me,  ]  where  is  |  thy —  |  God  ? 

4  When  I  re-  |  member  .  these  j  things, 

I  pour  I  out  my  |  soul —  |  in  me ; 

5  For  I  had  gone  with  the  multitude,  I  went  with  them  to  the  |  house  of  |  God, 

With  the  voice  of  joy  and  praise,  with  a  multitude  that  |  kept —  |  holy-  |  day. 

6  Why  art  thou  cast  down,  |  0  my  |  soul  ? 

And  why  art  thou  dis-  |  quiet-  |  ed  in  |  me  ? 

7  Hope  I  thou  in  |  God: 

For  I  shall  yet  praise  him  for  the  |  help  of  |  his —  |  countenance. 

8  Oh,  sen*d  out  thy  light  and  thy  truth  :  |  let  them  |  lead  me ; 

Let  them  bring  me  unto  thy  holy  hill,  and  |  to  thy  |  taber-na-  |  cles. 

9  Then  will  I  go  unto  the  altar  of  God,  unto  God  my  ex-  |  ceeding  |  joy  : 

Yea,  upon  the  harp  will  I  praise  |  thee,  O  [  God,  my  |  God. 

10  Why  art  thou  cast  down,  |  O  my  |  soul 


hy  art  thou  cast  down,  |  u  my  |  soui  r 

And  why  art  thou  dis-  |  quiet-  f  ed  with-  j  in  me  ? 


11  Hope  I  in— |  God: 

For  I  shall  yet  praise  him,who  is  the  health  of  my  |  counte  -  nance,  |  and  my  |  God. 


Selection,  No.  12. 


PSALH  XLVI. 


1  God  is  our  |  refuge  .  and  |  strength, 

A  very  |  present  |  help  in  |  trouble. 

2  Therefore  will  not  we  fear,  though  the  I  earth  .  be  re-  |  moved, 

And  though  the  mountains  be  carried  into  the  I  midst —  |  of  the  |  sea; 

3  Though  the  waters  thereof  |  roar  .  and  be  |  troubled, 

Though  the  mountains  |  shake  .  with  the  |  swelling  .  there-  |  of. 

i  There  is  a  river,  the  streams  whereof  shall  make  glad  the  |  city  of  |  God, 
The  holy  place  of  the  tabernacles  |  of  the  |  Most—  |  High. 

%  God  is  in  the  midst  of  her  ;  she  shall  |  not  be  |  moved ; 
God  shall  j  help  her,  .  and  j  that  right.  |  early. 


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He  uttered  his  |  voice,  the]  earth —  |  melted. 

7  The  Lord  of  |  hosts  is  I  with  us ; 

The  God  of  |  Jacob  |  is  our  |  refuge. 

S  Come,  behold  the  |  works  -  of  the  |  Lord, 

What  desolations  he  hath  |  made —  |  in  the  |  earth. 

9  He  maketh  wars  to  cease  unto  the  |  end  .  of  the  |  earth; 

He  breaketh  the  bow,  and  eutteth  the  spear  in  sunder ;  he  burnetii  the  |  chariot 
in  the  |  fire. 

10  Be  still,  and  know  that  |  I  am  |  God : 

T  will  be  exalted  among  the  heathen,  I  will  be  ex-  j  alted  |  in  the  |  earth. 

11  The  Lord  of  |  hosts  is  |  with  us ; 

The  God  of  |  Jacob  |  is  our  [  refuge. 


Selection,  No.  13. 


From  Psalm  XLVIII. 


1  Great  is  the  Lord,  and  greatly  to  be  praised  in  the  city  |  of  our  |  God, 

In  the  mountain  |  of  his  |  holi-  |  ness. 

2  Beautiful  for  |  situ-  |  ation, 

The  joy  of  the  whole  |  earth,  is  [  Mount—  |  Zion, 

3  On  the  sides  of  the  north,  the  city  of  the  |  great  —  |  King. 

God  is  known  in  her  |  pala-ces  J  for  a  |  refuge. 

4  We  have  thought  of  thy  loving  —  !  kindness,  •  O  |  God, 

In  the  |  midst  of  |  thy —  |  temple. 

5  According  to  thy  name,  O  God,  so  is  thy  praise  unto  the  |  ends  .  of  the  J  earth  J 

Thy  right  hand  is  |  full  of  |  righteous-  f  ness. 

6  Let  Mount  Zion  rejoice,  let  the  daughters  of  |  Judah  .  be  |  glad, 

Be-  |  cause  of  |  thy —  |  judgments. 

7  Walk  about  Zion,  and  go  |  round  a  -bout  |  her: 

Tell  the  |  towers  —  |  there —  |  of. 

S  Mark  ye  well  her  bulwarks,  con |  sider  .  her   |  palaces ; 

That  ye  may  tell  it  to  the  gener-  |  ation  |  follow-  j  ing. 

9  For  this  God  is  our  God  for  |  ever  .  and  |  ever : 
He  will  be  our  guide  j  even  |  uuto  j  death. 


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From  Psalm  LI. 


1  Have  mercy  upon  mc,  O  God,  according  to  thy  |  loving-  |  kindness : 

According  unto  the  multitude  of  thy  tender  mercies  |  blot  out  |  my  trans-  |  gres- 
sions. 

2  Wash  me  thoroughly  from  |  mine  in-  |  iquity, 

And  |  cleanse  me  |  from  my  |  sin. 

3  For  I  acknowledge  |  my  trans-  |  gressions : 

And  my  |  sin  is  |  ever  .  be-  |  fore  me. 

4  Hide  thy  face  |  from  my  )  sins, 

And  blot  out  |  all  —  |  mine  in-  |  iquities. 

5  Create  in  me  a  clean  |  heart,  O  |  God; 

And  renew  a  right  |  spirit  .  with- 1  in —  j  me. 

6  Cast  me  not  away  |  from  thy  |  presence ; 

And  take  not  thy  |  Holy  |  Spirit  |  from  me. 

7  Restore  unto  me  the  joy  of  |  thy  sal-  |  vation  ; 

And  uphold  me  |  with  thy  |  free  —  |  Spirit. 

9  Then  will  I  teach  trans-  |  gressors  .  thy  |  ways ; 
And  sinners  shall  be  con-  |  verted  |  unto  |  thee. 

8  Deliver  me  from  blood-guiltiness,  O  God,  thou  God  of  j  my  sal- 1  vation: 

And  my  tongue  shall  sing  aloud  |  of  thy  |  righteous-  |  ness. 

10  O  Lord,  open  |  thou  my  |  lips : 

And  my  mouth  shall  |  shew  forth  |  thy —  |  praise. 

11  For  thou  desirest  not  sacrifice ;  |  else  .  would  I  |  give  it  • 

Thou  delightest  |  not  in  |  burnt—  |  offering. 

12  The  sacrifices  of  God  are  a   |  broken  |  spirit : 

A  broken  and  a  contrite  heart,  O  God,  ]  thou  wilt  |  not  de-  |  spise. 


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1  Be  thou  exalted,  O  God,  a-  |  bove  the  |  heavens  ; 

Let  thy  glory  be  a-  |  bove —  |  all  the  |  earth. 

2  My  heart  is  fixed,  O  God,  my  |  heart  is  |  fixed ; 

I  will  I  sing  and  |  give —  |  praise. 

8  Awake  up,  my  glory ;  awake,  |  psaltery  .  and  |  harp : 
I  my-  I  self .  will  a-  |  wake —  f  early. 

4  I  will  praise  thee,  O  Lord,  a-  |  mong  the  |  people : 

I  will  sing  unto  |  thee  a-  |  mong  the  |  nations. 

5  For  thy  mercy  is  great  |  unto  .  the  |  heavens, 

And  thy  j  truth —  |  unto  .  the  |  clouds. 

6  Be  thou  exalted,  O  God,  a-  |  bove  the  |  heavens ; 

Let  thy  glory  be  a-  |  bove —  |  all  the  |  earth. 


From  Psalm  LYII. 


Selection,  No.  16. 

O  God,  I  thou  art  |  my  God ; 
Early  |  will  I  |  seek—  |  thee : 

My  soul  thirsteth  for  thee,  my  flesh  |  longeth  .  for  |  thee 
In  a  dry  and  thirsty  land,  |  where  no  |  water  |  is  ; 

To  see  thy  power  |  and  thy  |  glory, 
So  as  I  have  seen  thee  |  in  the  |  sanctu-  J  ary. 

Because  thy  loving-kindness  is  |  better  .  than  |  life, 
My  I  lips  shall  |  praise—  |  thee. 

Thus  will  I  bless  thee  |  while  I  |  live ; 
I  will  lift  up  my  |  hands  in  |  thy —  |  name. 

My  soul  shall  be  satisfied  as  with  |  marrow  .  and  |  fatness ; 
And  my  mouth  shall  praise  |  thee  with  |  joyful  |  lips; 

When  I  remember  thee  up-  |  on  my  |  bed, 
And  meditate  on  thee  |  in  the  |  night—  |  watches. 

Because  thou  hast  |  been  my  |  help, 
Therefore  in  the  shadow  of  thy  |  wings  will  |  I  re-  (joice. 


Psalm  LXIII.  1-?. 


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Selection,  No.  17.  Psalm  lxt. 

1  Praise  waiteth  for  thee,  O  j  God,  in  |  Zion : 

And  unto  thee  shall  the  |  vow —  |  be  per-  |  formed. 

2  0  thou  that  |  hearest  |  prayer, 

Unto  |  thee  shall  |  all  flesh  |  come. 

3  Iniquities  pre-  |  vail  a-  |  gainst  me: 

As  for  our  transgressions,  thou  shalt  |  purge—  |  them  a-  |  way. 

4  Blessed  is  the  man  |  whom  thou  |  choosest, 

And  causest  to  approach  unto  thee,  that  he  may  |  dwell  in  |  thy —  |  courts : 

5  We  shall  be  satisfied  with  the  goodness  |  of  thy  |  house, 

Even  |  of  thy  |  holy  |  temple. 

6  By  terrible  things  in  righteousness  wilt  thou  answer  us,  O  God  of  |  our  sal-  |  vation; 

Who  art  the  confidence  of  all  the  ends  of  the  earth,  and  of  them  that  are  afar  I 
off  up-  |  on  the  |  sea : 

7  Which  by  his  strength  setteth  |  fast  the  |  mountains  ; 

Being  |  gird-  |  ed  with  |  power  : 

8  Which  stilleth  the  |  noise  .  of  the  |  seas, 

The  noise  of  their  waves,  and  the  [  tumult  |  of  the  |  people. 

9  They  also  that  dwell  in  the  uttermost  parts  are  a-  |  fraid  at  .  thy  |  tokens : 

Thou  makest  the  outgoings  of  the  morning  and  |  evening  |  to  re-  |  joice. 

10  Tnou  visitest  the  earth,  and  waterest  it :  thou  greatly  enrichest  it  with  the  river 

of  God,  which  is  |  full  of  |  water : 
Thou  preparest  them  corn,  when  thou  hast  |  so  pro-  |  vided  |  for  it. 

11  Thou  waterest  the  ridges  thereof  abundantly :  thou  settlestthe  |  furrows .  there-  I  of. 

Thou  makest  it  soft  with  showers  :  thou  |  blessest .  the  |  springing  there-  |  or. 

12  Thou  crownest  the  year  |  with  thy  |  goodness ; 

And  thy  |  paths —  |  drop —  |  fatness. 

13  They  drop  upon  the  pastures  |  of  the  |  wilderness : 

And  the  little  hills  re-  |  joice  on  |  every  |  side. 

14  The  pastures  are  clothed  with  flocks;  the  valleys  also  are  covered  |  over,  with  |  corn; 

They  shout  for  |  joy,  they  |  also  |  sing. 


Selection,  No.  18. 

1  God  be  merciful  unto  |  us.,  and  |  bless  us  ; 
And  cause  his  |  face  to  |  shine  upon  |  us. 

3  That  thy  way  may  be  |  known  up  -  on  |  earth, 
Thy  saving  |  health  a-  |  mong  all  |  nations. 


Psalm  LXVn. 


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3  Let  the  people  praise  |  thee,  0  |  God  ; 

Let  |  all  the  |  people  |  praise  thee. 

4  Oh  let  the  nations  be  glad  and  |  sing  for  |  joy : 

For  thou  shalt  judge  the  people  righteously,  and  govern  the  |  nations  |  upon  |  earth. 

5  Let  the  people  praise  I  thee,  O  |  God ; 

Let  |  all  the  |  people  |  praise  thee. 

6  Then  shall  the  earth  |  yield  her  |  increase  : 

And  God,  even  |  our  own  |  God,  shall  |  bless  us. 

7  God  |  shall—  |  bless  us  ; 

And  all  the  ends  of  the  |  earth  shall  |  fear —  |  him. 


Selection,  No.  19. 

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Psalm  LXXXIT. 


1  How  amiable  are  thy  |  taber 

0  |  Lord—  |  of—  |  hosts  ! 

2  My  soul  longeth,  yea,  even  fainteth  for  the  [  courts  .  of  the  |  Lord : 

My  heart  and  my  flesh  crieth  |  out .  for  the  |  living  |  God. 

3  Tea,  the  sparrow  hath  found  an  house,  and  the  swallow  a  nest  for  herself,  where 

she  may  |  lay  her  |  young, 
Even  thine  altars,  O  Lord  of  hosts,  my  |  King,  .  and  |  my —  |  God. 

4  Blessed  are  they  that  |  dwell  in  *  thy  |  house : 

They  will  be  |  still —  |  praising  |  thee. 

5  Blessed  is  the  man  whose  |  strength  *  is  in  |  thee ; 

In  whose  j  heart  *  are  the  |  ways  of  |  them, 

6  Who  passing  through  the  valley  of  Baca  |  make  *  it  a  (  well; 

The  rain  |  also  |  filleth  *  the  |  pools. 

7  They  go  from  I  strength  to  |  strength, 

Every  one  of  them  in  Zion  ap-  |  peareth  •  be-  |  fore —  |  God. 

8  0  Lord  God  of  hosts,  |  hear  mv  |  prayer: 

Give  |  ear,  O  |  God  of  |  Jacob. 

9  Behold,  O  |  God  our  |  shield, 

And  look  upon  the  |  face  of  |  thine  a-  |  nointed. 

10  For  a  day  in  thy  courts  is  better  |  than  a  |  thousand. 

1  had  rather  be  a  doorkeeper  in  the  house  of  my  God,  than  to  dwell  in  the  j  tents 

of  |  wicked-  |  ness. 

11  For  the  Lord  God  is  a  |  sun  and  |  shield  : 

The  Lord  will  give  grace  and  glory :  no  good  thing  will  he  withhold  from  j  them 
that  |  walk  up-  ]  rightly. 

12  0  I  Lord  of  |  hosts, 

Blessed  is  the  |  man  that  |  trusteth  *  in  ]  thee, 


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Selection,  No.  20. 

1  Lord,  thou  hast  "been  favorable  |  unto  *  thy  |  land : 

Thou  hast  brought  back  the  cap-  |  tivi-  |  ty  of  |  Jacob. 

2  Thou  hast  forgiven  the  iniquity  j  of  thy  |  people, 

Thou  hast  |  covered  |  all  their  |  sin. 

3  Thou  hast  taken  away  |  all  thy  |  wrath : 

Thou  hast  turned  thyself  from  the  |  fierceness  J  of  thine  |  anger. 

4  Turn  us,  O  God  of  |  our  sal-  |  vation, 

And  cause  thine  |  anger  *  toward  |  us  to  |  cease. 

5  Wilt  thou  be  angry  with  |  us  for  |  ever  ? 

Wilt  thou  draw  out  thine  anger  to  |  all —  |  gener  J  ations  ? 

6  Wilt  thou  not  re-  |  vive  us  *  a-  |  gain : 

That  thy  people  |  may  re-  |  joice  in  |  thee  ? 

7  Shew  us  thy  |  mercy,  *  O  |  Lord, 

And  |  grant  us  |  thy  sal-  |  vation. 

8  I  will  hear  what  God  the  |  Lord  will  |  speak : 

For  he  will  speak  peace  unto  his  people,  and  to  his  saints :  but  let  them  not  | 
turn  a-  |  gain  to  |  folly. 

9  Surely  his  salvation  is  nigh  J  them  that   [  fear  him ; 

That  glory  may  |  dwell —  J  in  our  |  land. 

10  Mercy  and  truth  are  |  met  to-  |  gether ; 

Righteousness  and  |  peace  have  [  kissed  *  each  [  other- 

11  Truth  shall  spring  |  out  *  of  the  |  earth  ; 

And  righteousness  shall  |  look —  |  down  from  j  heaven. 

12  Yea,  the  Lord  shall  give  |  that  *  which  is  |  good ; 

And  our  |  land  shall  |  yield  her  |  increase. 

13  Righteousness  shall  |  go  be-  |  fore  him  ; 

And  shall  set  us  in  the  |  way  of  |  his —  |  steps. 


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Psalm  LXXXIX.  1-18. 


1  I  will  sing  of  the  mercies  of  the  |  Lord  for  |  ever  : 
With  my  mouth  will  I  make  known  thy  faithfulness  to  |  all —  |  gener-  |  ations. 

2  For  1  have  said,  Mercy  shall  be  built  |  up  for  |  ever: 
Thy  faithfulness  shalt  thou  establish  |  in  the  |  very  |  heavens. 

3  1  have  made  a  covenant  |  with  my  |  chosen, 
I  have  sworn  uuto  |  David  |  my —  |  servant, 

4  Thy  seed  will  I  es-  |  tablish  -  for  |  ever, 
And  build  up  thy  throne  to  |  all  —  |  gener-  |  ations. 

5  And  the  heavens  shall  praise  thy  |  wonders,  .  O  |  Lord : 
Thy  faithfulness  also  in  the  congre-  |  gation  |  of  the  |  saints. 

6  For  who  in  the  heaven  can  be  compared  |  unto  .  the  |  Lord  ? 
Who  among  the  sons  of  the  mighty  can  be  |  likened  unto  .  the  [  Lord? 

7  God  is  greatly  to  be  feared  in  the  assembly  |  of  the  [  saints, 
And  to  be  had  in  reverence  of  all  |  them  that  |  are  a-  |  bout  him. 

8  O  Lord  God  of  hosts,  who  is  a  strong  Lord  I  like  .  unto  |  thee  ? 
Or  to  thy  faithfulness  |  round  a-  |  bout —  (  thee  ? 

9  Thou  rulest  the  raging  |  of  the  |  sea : 

When  the  waves  thereof  a-  |  rise,  thou  |  stillest  |  them. 

10  Thou  hast  broken  Rahab  in  pieces,  as  |  one  .  that  is  |  slain  ;  • 

Thou  hast  scattered  thine  enemies  |  with  thy  |  strong  —  |  arm. 

11  The  heavens  are  thine,  the  earth  |  also  -  is  |  thine : 

As  for  the  world  and  the  fullness  thereof,  |  thou  hast  |  founded  |  them. 

13  The  north  and  the  south  thou  hast  ere-  |  ated  |  them : 
Tabor  and  Hermon  shall  re-  |  joice  in  |  thy —  |  name. 

13  Thou  hast  a  |  mighty  |  arm : 

Strong  is  thy  hand,  and  |  high  is  |  thy  right  |  hand. 

1-4  Justice  and  judgment  are  the  habitation  |  of  thy  |  throne : 
Mercy  and  truth  shall  |  go  be-  |  fore  thy  |  face. 

15  Blessed  is  the  people  that  know  the  j  joyful  |  sound : 

They  shall  walk,  0  Lord,  in  the  |  light  of  |  thy  —  |  countenance. 

16  In  thy  name  shall  they  rejoice  |  all  the  |  day: 

And  in  thy  righteousness  )  shall  they  |  be  ex-  |  alted. 

.7  For  thou  art  the  glory  |  of  their  |  strength  : 

And  in  thy  favor  our  |  horn  shall  |  be  ex-  |  alted. 

For  the  Lord  is  |  our  de-  |  fense  ; 
And  the  Holy  One  of  |  Israel  |  is  our  |  king. 


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Psalm  XC. 


1  Lord,  thou  hast  been  our  |  dwelling  |  place 

In  |  all  —  |  gener-  |  at  ions. 

2  Before  the  mouutains  were  brought  forth,  or  ever  thou  hadst  formed  the  |  earth  , 

and  the  |  world, 
Even  from  everlasting  to  ever-  |  lasting,  |  thou  art  |  God. 

3  Thou  turn  est  man  |  to  de-  |  struction ; 

And  sayest,  Re-  |  turn,  ye  |  children  .  of  |  men. 

4  For  a  thousand  years  in  thy  sight  are  but  as  yesterday  J  when  -  it  is  J  past, 

And  as  a  |  watch  —  |  in  the  |  night. 

5  Thou  earliest  them  away  as  with  a  flood ;  they  are  |  as  a  |  sleep : 

In  the  morning  they  are  like  |  grass  which  |  groweth  |  up ; 

6  In  the  morning  it  flourisheth,  and  |  groweth  |  up ; 

In  the  evening  it  is  cut  |  down  and  |  wither-  |  eth. 

7  For  we  are  consumed  |  by  thine  |  anger, 

And  by  thy  |  wrath —  |  are  we  |  troubled. 

8  Thou  hast  set  our  iniquities  be-  |  fore—  |  thee, 

Our  secret  sins  in  the  [  light  of  |  thy —  |  countenance. 

9  For  all  our  days  are  passed  away  |  in  thy  |  wrath : 

We  spend  our  years  as  a  |  tale —  |  that  is  |  told. 

10  The  days  of  our  years  are  threescore  |  years  and  |  ten ; 

And  if  by  reason  of  |  strength  .  they  be  |  fourscore  |  years, 

11  Yet  is  their  strength  |  labor  .  and  |  sorrow; 

For  it  is  soon  cut  off,  |  and  we  |  fly  a-  |  way. 

12  Who  knoweth  the  power  |  of  thine  |  anger  ? 

Even  according  to  thy  |  fear,  so  |  is  thy  [  wrath. 

13  So  teach  us  to  |  number  .  our  |  days, 

That  we  may  apply  our  |  hearts  —  |  unto  |  wisdom. 

14  Return,  O  |  Lord,  how  |  long  ? 

And  let  it  repent  thee  con-  |  cerning  |  thy  —  |  servants. 

15  O  satisfy  us  early  |  with  thy  |  mercy ; 

That  we  may  rejoice  and  be  |  glad —  |  all  our  |  days. 

16  Make  us  glad  according  to  the  days  wherein  thou  |  hast  af-  |  flicted  uf, 

And  the  years  where-  |  in  we  |  have  seen  |  evil. 

17  Let  thy  work  appear  |  unto  .  thy  |  servants, 

And  thy  |  glory  |  unto  .  their  |  children. 


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18  And  let  the  beauty  of  the  Lord  our  God  I  be  up-  |  on  us : 

And  establish  thou  the  work  of  our  hands  upon  us  ;  yea,  the  work  of  our  |  hands 
es-  |  tablish  •  thou  |  it. 

Selection,  No.  23.  psalm  xci.  9-16. 

1  Because  thou  hast  made  the  Lord  which  |  is  my  |  refuge, 

Even  the  Most  |  High,  thy  |  habi-   |  tation : 

2  There  shall  no  |  evil  •  be-  )  fall  thee, 

Neither  shall  any  |  plague  come  |  nigh  thy  |  dwelling. 

3  For  he  shall  give  his  angels  ]  charge  —  |  over  thee, 

To  keep  thee  in  |  all  —  1  thy  —  [ways. 

4  They  shall  bear  thee  up  I  in  their  |  hands, 

Lest  thou  dash  thy  |  foot  a-  |  gainst  a  |  stone. 

5  Thou  shalt  tread  upon  the  |  lion  .  and  |  adder: 

The  young  lion  and  the  dragon  shalt  thou  |  trample  |  under  |  feet. 

6  Because  he  hath  set  his  love  upon  me,  therefore  will  I  de-  |  liver  |  him : 

I  will  set  him  on  high,  because  |  he  hath  |  known  my  |  name. 

7  He  shall  call  upon  me,  and  I  will  |  answer  |  him : 

I  will  be  with  him  in  trouble  ;  I  will  deliver  [  him,  and  |  honor  |  him. 

8  With  long  life  will  I  |  satis  •  fy  |  him, 

And  |  shew  him  |  my  sal-  [  vation. 


Selection,  No.  24. 


Psalm  XCIIL. 


1  The  I  Lord—  |  reigneth, 

He  is  |  clothed  .  with  |  majes-  |  ty; 

2  The  Lord  is  clothed  with  strength,  wherewith  he  hath  |  girded  .  him- 1  self: 

The  world  also  is  established,  that  it  |  can  not  |  be —  |  moved. 

3  Thy  throne  is  es-  |  tablished  .  of  |  old  : 

Thou  |  art  from  |  ever-  |  lasting. 

4  The  floods  have  lifted  up,  O  Lord,  the  floods  have  lifted  |  up  their  |  voice ; 

The  |  floods  lift  |  up  their  |  waves. 

5  The  Lord  on  high  is  mightier  than  the  noise  of  |  many  I  waters, 

Yea,  than  the  mighty  |  waves  —  |  of  the  |  sea. 

6  Thy  testimonies  are  [  very  |  sure  : 

Holiness  becometh  thine  |  house,  0  |  Lord,  for  j  ever. 


432  NEW  SABBATH    HYMN    AND   TUNE   BOOK. 

CHANT.    No.  XIX. 


Selection,  No.  25. 


Psalm  XCV. 


1  0  come,  let  us  sing  un-  |  to  the  |  Lord : 

Let  us  make  a  joyful  noise  to  the  |  Rock  of  |  our  sal |  vation. 

2  Let  us  come  before  his  presence  |  with  thanks-  ]  giving, 

And  make  a  joyful  noise  j  unto  |  him  with  |  psalms. 

8  For  the  Lord  is  a  |  great  —  |  God, 

And  a  great  |  King  a-  j  bove  all  |  gods. 

4  In  his  hand  are  the  deep  places  |  of  the  |  earth ;  , 

The  strength  of  the  |  hills  is  |  his  —  |  also. 

5  The  sea  is  his,  j  and  he  |  made  .  it : 

And  his  hands  |  formed  |  the  dry  |  land. 

C  O  come,  let  us  worship  and  |  bow  —  |  down : 
Let  us  kneel  be-  |  fore  the  |  Lord  our  |  Maker. 

7  For  he  ]  is  our  |  God ; 

And  we  are  the  people  of  his  pasture,  and  the  |  sheep  of  |  his  —  | 


hand. 


8  To-day  if  ye  will  hear  his  voice,  harden  j  not  your  |  heart, 

As  in  the  provocation,  and  as  in  the  day  of  temp-  |  tation  ]  in  the  |  wilderness: 

9  When  your  fathers  I  tempted  |  me, 

Proved  |  me,  and  |  saw  my  |  work.  . 

10  Forty  years  long  was  I  grieved  with  |  this  .  gener  -  \  ation, 

And  said,  It  is  a  people  that  do  err  in  their  heart,  and  they  |  have  not  |  known 
my  |  ways : 

H  Unto  whom  I  sware  |  in  my  |  wrath 

That  they  should  not  |  enter  |  into  .  my  |  rest.- 


Selection,  No.  26. 


Psalm  XCYI. 


1  O  sing  unto  the  Lord  a  |  new  —  |  song : 

Sing  unto  the  |  Lord,  —  |  all  the   |  earth. 

2  Sing  unto  the  Lord,  |  bless  his  |  name ; 

Shew  forth  his  sal-  |  vation  .  from  |  day  to  |  day. 

3  Declare  his  glory  a-  I  mong  the  j  heathen, 

His  wonders  a-  |  mong  —  J  all  —  |  people. 

4  For  the  Lord  is  great,  and  greatly  |  to  be  |  praised ; 

He  is  to  be  |  feared  .  a-  ]  bove  all  |  gods. 

5  For  all  the  gods  of  the  |  nations  .  are  |  idols : 

But  the  |  Lord—  |  made  the  |  heavens. 


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6  Honor  and  majesty  |  arc  be  -  fore  |  him : 

Strength  and  beauty  are  |  in  his  |  sanctu-  |  ary. 

?  Give  unto  the  Lord,  O  ye  kindreds  |  of  the  \  people, 
Give  unto  the  Lord  |  glory  |  and  —  |  strength. 

8  Give  unto  the  Lord  the  glory  due  |  unto  •  his  ]  name : 

Bring  an  offering,  and  come  |  into  |  his  —  {  courts. 

9  O  worship  the  Lord  in  the  |  beauty  .  of  |  holiness ; 

Fear  be-  |  fore  him,  |  all  the  |  earth. 

10  Say  among  the  heathen  that  the  |  Lord  —  |  reigneth ; 

The  world  also  shall  be  established,  that  it  6hall  not  be  moved :  he  shall  |  judge 
the  |  people  |  righteously. 

11  Let  the  heavens  rejoice,  and  let  the  |  earth  be  |  glad ; 

Let  the  sea  roar,  and  the  |  fullness  |  there |  of. 

12  Let  the  field  be  joyful,  and  all  that  |  is  there-  |  in : 

Then  shall  all  the  trees  of  the  wood  re-  |  joice  be- 


fore the  |  Lord : 


13  For  he  cometh,  for  he  cometh  to  |  judge  the  |  earth : 

He  shall  judge  the  world  with  righteousness,  and  the  |  people  |  with  his  |  truth. 


Selection,  No.  27.  psalm  xcyiii. 

1  O  sing  unto  the  Lord  a  new  song ;  for  he  hath  done  |  marvel  -  ous  |  things  : 
His  right  hand,  and  his  holy  arm,  hath  |  gotten  |  him  the  |  victory. 

2  The  Lord  hath  made  known  |  his  sal-  |  vation : 
His  righteousness  hath  he  openly  shewed  in  the  |  sight  —  |  of  the  |  heathen. 

3  He  hath  remembered  his  mercy  and  his  truth  toward  the  |  house  of  |  Israel: 
All  the  ends  of  the  earth  have  seen  the  sal-  |  vation  |  of  our  1  God. 

4  Make  a  joyful  noise  unto  the  Lord,  |  all  the  |  earth: 
Make  a  loud  noise,  and  re-  |  joice,  and  |  sing  —  |  praise. 

5  Sing  unto  the  Lord  |  with  the  |  harp ; 
With  the  harp,  and  the  |  voice  —  |  of  a  \  psalm. 

6  With  trumpets  and  |  sound  of  |  cornet 
Make  a  joyful  noise  be-  |  fore  the  |  Lord,  the  |  King. 

7  Let  the  sea  roar,  and  the  |  fullness  •  there-  |  of; 
The  world,  and  |  they  that  |  dwell  there-  |  in. 

3  Let  the  floods  |  clap  their  |  hands  : 

Let  the  hills  be  joyful  to-  j  gether  .  be-  |  fore  the  |  Lord ; 
)  For  he  cometh  to  |  judge  the  |  earth  ; 

With  righteousness  shall  he  judge  the  world,  and  the  |  people  j  with—  [  eouity. 
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Selection,  No.  28. 


Psalm  C. 


1  Make  a  joyful  noise  unto  the  Lord  |  all  ye  |  lands. 

Serve  the  Lord  with  gladness  :  come  before  his  |  presence  {  with  —  |  singing. 

2  Know  ye  that  the  Lord  |  he  is  [  God : 

It  is  he  that  hath  made  us,  and  not  we  ourselves ;  we  are  his  people,  and  the  J 
sheep  of  |  his —  |  pasture. 

3  Enter  into  his  gates  with  thanksgiving,  and  into  his  |  courts  with  |  praise, 

Be  thankful  unto  him,  and  |  bless  —  |  his  —  j  name. 

4  For  the  Lord  is  good ;  his  mercy  is  I  ever- 1  lasting ; 

And  his  truth  endureth  to  |  all —  |  gener-  |  ations. 


Selection,  No.  29. 


Psalm  CIL  16-28. 


1  When  the  Lord  shall  |  build  up  |  Zion, 

He  shall  ap-  |  pear  in  |  his  —  |  glory. 

2  He  will  regard  the  prayer  j  of  the  |  destitute, 

And  |  not  de-  j  spise^their  |  prayer. 

3  This  shall  be  written  for  the  gener-  |  ation  •  to  |  come : 

And  the  people  which  shall  be  ere-  |  ated  .  shall  j  praise  the  [  Lord. 

4  For  he  hath  looked  down  from  the  height  |  of  his  ]  sanctuary ; 

From  heaven  did  the  |  Lord  be-  |  hold  the  |  earth  ; 

5  To  hear  the  groaning  |  of  the  |  prisoner,  • 

To  loose  those  that  are  ap-  |  point —  |  ed  to  |  death; 

6  To  declare  the  name  of  the  |  Lord  in  |  Zion, 

And  his  praise  |  in  Je-  |  ru  ■  sa  -  |  lem ; 

7  When  the  people  are  |  gathered  ,  to-  |  gether, 

And  the  |  kingdoms,  to  [  serve  the  |  Lord. 

8  He  weakened  my  |  strength  .  in  the  |  way ; 

He  |  shortened  |  my —  |  days. 

9  I  said,  O  my  God,  take  me  not  away  in  the  |  midst  of  •  my  j  days. 

Thy  years  are  throughout  |  all  —  |  gener-  |  ations. 

10  Of  old  hast  thou  laid  the  foundation  |  of  the  |  earth : 

And  the  heavens  are  the  |  work  of  |  thy  —  |  hands. 

11  They  shall  perish,  but  |  thou  •  shalt  en-  |  dure : 

Yea,  all  of  them  shall  wax  |  old  —  |  like  a  |  garment ; 

12  As  a  vesture  |  shalt  thou  1  change  them, 

And  they  |  shall  be  |  chang |  ed ; 

13  But  thou  |  art  the  |  same, 

And  thy  |  years  shall  |  have  no  |  end. 

14  The  children  of  thy  servants  |  shall  con-  I  tinue. 

And  their  seed  shall  be  es-  |  tablish- 1  ed  be-  |  fore  thee. 


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1  Bless  tho  Lord,  j  O  my  |  soul : 

And  all  that  is  within  me,  |  bless  his  |  holy  |  name. 

2  Bless  the  Lord,  |  O  my  |  soul, 

And  for-  j  get  not  |  all  his  |  benefits  : 

3  Who  forgiveth  all  |  thine  in-  |  iquities; 

Who  I  healeth  .  all  I  thy  dis-  |  eases  ; 

4  Who  redeemeth  thy  life  |  from  de-  |  struction ; 

Who  crowneth  thee  with  loving  |  kindness  .  and  |  tender  [  mercies ; 

5  Who  satisfieth  thy  mouth  with  |  good  —  |  things  ; 

So  that  thy  youth  is  re-  I  new  -  ed  |  like  the  |  eagle's. 

6  The  Lord  executeth  |  righteousness  .  and  |  judg-  |  ment 

For  I  all  that  |  are  op-" I  pressed; 

7  He  made  known  his  ways  |  unto  |  Moses, 

His  acts  unto  the  |  children  .  of  |  Isra-  J  el. 

8  The  Lord  is  |  merciful  .  and  |  gracious, 

Slow  to  anger,  and  |  plenteous  [in  —  |  mercy. 

9  He  will  not  j  always  |  chide: 

Neither  will  he  |  keep  his  |  anger  .  for  |  ever. 

10  He  hath  not  dealt  with  us  |  after  .  our  |  sins  ; 

Nor  rewarded  us  ac-  |  cording  .  to  |  our  in-  |  iquities. 

11  For  as  the  heaven  is  high  a-  |  bove  the  |  earth, 

So  great  is  his  mercy  toward  |  them  that  |  fear  —  |  him. 

12  As  far  as  the  east  is  |  from  the  |  west, 

So  far  hath  he  removed  |  our  trans-  [  gressions  j  from  us. 

13  Like  as  a  father  j  pitieth  his  |  children, 

So  the  Lord  |  pitieth  |  them  that  |  fear  him. 

14  For  he  |  knoweth  .  our  |  frame  ; 

He  remembereth  that  |  we  —  |  are  —  |  dust. 

15  As  for  man,  his  |  days  .  are  as  |  grass : 

As  a  flower  of  the  field  |  so  he  |  flourish- 1  eth. 

16  For  the  wind  passeth  over  it,  |  and  -  it  is  |  gone; 

And  the  place  there-  |  of  shall  |  know  it  .  no  )  more. 

17  But  the  mercy  of  the  Lord  is  from  everlasting  to  everlasting  upon  |  them  that 

fear  him, 
And  his  righteousness  |  unto  |  children's  |  children ; 

18  To  such  as  |  keep  his  |  covenant, 

And  to  those  that  remember  his  com-  |  mandmcnts  tc  |  do  —  |  them. 

19  The  Lord  hath  prepared  his  I  throne  .  in  the  |  heavens  ; 

And  his  kingdom  j  ruleth  j  over  |  all. 

20  Bless  the  Lord,  ye  his  angels,  that  ex-  |  eel  in  [  strength, 

That  do  his  commandments,  hearkening  unto  the  |  voice  of  |  his  —  |  word. 

21  Bless  ye  the  Lord,  all  |  ye  his  |  hosts; 

Ye  ministers  of  |  his,  that  |  do  his  |  pleasure. 

22  Bless  the  Lord,  all  his  works,  in  all  places  of  |  his  do   j  minion: 

Bless  the  Lord,  |  0  —  |  my  .=-  |  soul. 


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Psalm  CXI. 


1  Praise  |  ye  the  |  Lord. 

I  will  praise  the  Lord  with  my  whole  heart,  in  the  assemhly  of  the  upright, 
and  |  in  the  |  congre-  |  gation. 

2  The  works  of  the  |  Lord  are  |  great, 

Sought  out  of  all  them  that  have  |  pleasure  |  there J  in. 

S  His  work  is  honorable  and  |  glo |  rious  ; 

And  his  righteousness  en-  I  dureth  |  for —  |  ever. 

4  He  hath  made  his  wonderful  works  to  |  be  re-  |  membered : 

The  Lord  is  gracious  and  |  full  —  |  of  com-  |  passion. 

5  He  hath  given  meat  unto  |  them  that  |  fear  him  : 

He  will  ever  be  |  mindful  |  of  his  |  covenant. 

6  He  hath  showed  his  people  the  |  power  of .  his  |  works, 

That  he  may  give  them  the  |  heri  -  tage  |  of  the  |  heathen. 

7  The  works  of  his  hands  are  |  verity  .  and  |  judgment ; 

All  his  com-  |  mandments  |  are  —  |  sure. 

8  They  stand  fast  for  |  ever  .  and  |  ever, 

And  are  done  in  |  truth  and  |  up f  Tightness. 

9  He  sent  redemption  unto  his  people:  he  hath  commanded  his  |  covenant,  for  |  ever: 

Holy  and  |  rever  -  end  |  i3  his  |  name. 
10  The  fear  of  the  Lord  is  the  |  beginning  .  of  |  wisdom : 

A  good  understanding  have  all  they  that  do  his  commandments :  his  J  praise 
en-  |  dureth  .  for  |  ever. 


Selection,  No.  32. 


From  Psalm  CXV. 


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ever  |  he  —  |  pleased. 


1  Not  unto  us,  0  Lord  |  not .  unto  |  us, 

But  unto  thy  name  give  glory,  for  thy  mercy,  and  |  for  thy  |  truth's 

2  Wherefore  should  the  heathen  say,  Where  is  |  now  their  |  God  ? 

But  our  God  is  in  the  heavens :  he  hath  done  whatso- 
S  O  Israel,  trust  thou  |  in  the  |  Lord  : 

He  is  their  |  help  and  |  their  —  |  shield. 

4  O  house  of  Aaron  |  trust .  in  the  |  Lord: 

He  is  their  !  help  and  |  their  —  |  shield. 

5  Te  that  fear  the  Lord,  |  trust .  in  the  |  Lord : 

He  is  their  |  help  and  |  their  —  |  shield. 

6  The  Lord  hath  been  mindful  of  us  :  |  he  will  |  bless  us  ; 

He  will  bless  the  house  of  Israel ;  he  will  |  bless  the  |  house  of  j  Aaron 

7  He  will  bless  them  that  |  fear  the  |  Lord, 

Both  |  small  —  |  and  —  |  great. 

8  The  Lord  shall  increase  you  more  and  more,  |  you  .  and  your  |  children. 

Ye  are  blessed  of  the  Lord  [  which  made  I  heaven  and  I  earth. 


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CHANT.    No.  XXIV.  Dr.  Turner. 


9  The  heaven*,  even  the  heavens,  |  are  the  |  Lord's  : 

But  the  earth  hath  he  given  |  to  the  |  children  .  of  |  men. 

10  The  dead  |  praise  .  not  the  |  Lord, 

Neither  any  that  go  |  down  —  |  into  |  silence. 

11  But  we  will  bless  the  Lord  from  this  time  forth  and  for]  ever-  |  more. 

Praise  |  —  |  the  —  |  Lord. 


Selection,  No.  33.  from  Psalm  cxyl 

1  I  I  love  the  |  Lord, 

Because  he  hath  heard  my  |  voice  .  and  my  \  suppli-  J  cations. 

2  Because  he  hath  inclined  his  ear  |  unto  |  me, 

Therefore  will  I  call  upon  him  as  |  long  as  |  I  —  |  live. 

S  The  sorrows  of  death  compassed  me,  and  the  pains  of  hell  gat  |  holdup-  [  on  me : 
I  found  |  trouble  |  and  —  |  sorrow. 

4  Then  called  I  upon  the  |  name  of  the  |  Lord ; 

0  Lord,  I  beseech  thee,  de-  |  liver  |  my  —  j  soul. 

5  Gracious  is  the  |  Lord,  and  |  righteous ; 

Yea,  our  |  God  is  |  merci-  |  ml. 

6  The  Lord  pre-  |  serveth  .  the  j  simple : 

1  Avas  brought  low,  and  |  he  —  |  helped  |  me. 

7  Return  unto  thy  rest,  |  O  my  |  soul ; 

For  the  Lord  hath  dealt  |  bounti-  |  fully  [  with  thee.       % 

8  For  thou  hast  delivered  my  |  soul  from  |  death, 

Mine  eyes  from  tears,  and  my  |  feet  —  J  from  —  |  falling. 

9  Wn.\.T  shall  I  render  |  unto  the  |  Lord 

For  all  his  |  bene  -  fits  |  toward  —  J  me? 

10  I  will  take  the  |  cup  of .  sal-  |  vation, 

And  call  upon  the  |  name  —  |  of  the  |  Lord. 

11  I  will  pay  my  vows  |  unto  .  the  |  Lord 

Now  in  the  |  presence  .  of  |  all  his  |  people. 

12  Precious  in  the  |  sight  .  of  the  |  Lord 

Is  the  |  death  of  |  his  —  |  saints. 

13  O  Lord,  truly  I  am  thy  servant ;  lam  thy  servant,  and  the  |  son  of.  thine  |  handmaid: 

Thou  hast  |  loos  -  ed  |  my  —  |  bonds. 

14  I  will  offer  to  thee  the  sacrifice  of  |  thanks |  giving, 

And  will  call  upon  the  |  name  —  |  of  the  |  Lord. 

15  I  will  pay  my  vows  |  unto  .  the  |  Lord 

Now  in  the  |  presence  .  of  |  all  his  |  people, 

16  In  the  courts  of  the  Lord's  house,  in  the  midst  of  thee,  I  O  Je-  I  rusalem, 

Praise  |  ye  —  |  the  —  |  Lord. 


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Psalm  CXYIIL  14-29. 


1  The  Lord  is  my  |  strength  and  |  song, 
And  is  be-  ]  come  —  |  my  sal-  |  vaiion. 


2  The  voice  of  rejoicing  and  salvation  is  in  the  tabernacles  |  of  the  |  righteous  : 

The  right  hand  of  the  |  Lord  —  |  doeth  |  valiantly. 

3  The  right  hand  of  the  |  Lord  .  is  ex-  |  alted  : 

The  right  hand  of  the  |  Lord  —  |  doeth  J  valiantly. 


4  I  shall  not  |  die,  but  |  live, 
And  declare  the  |  works 


of  the  I  Lord. 


5  The  Lord  hath  |  chastened  .  me  |  sore : 

But  he  hath  not  given  me  |  over  |  unto  [  death. 

6  Open  to  me  the  |  gates  of  |  righteousness : 

I  will  go  into  them,  and  |  I  will  |  praise  the  |  Lord : 

7  This  |  gate  .  of  the  |  Lord, 

Into  |  which  the  |  righteous  .  shall  |  enter. 

8  I  will  |  praise  —  |  thee  : 

For  thou  hast  h^ard  me,  and  art  be-  |  come  —  |  my  sal-  J  vation. 

9  The  stoxe  which  the  |  builders  .  re-  |  fused 

Is  become  the  |  head  stone  |  of  the  |  corner. 


10  This  is  the  |  Lord's  — 
It  is  I  marvel  -  ous 


doing ; 

in  our  |  eyes. 


11  This  is  the  day  which  the  |  Lord  hath  |  made  ; 

We  will  rejoice  |  and  be  |  glad  in  |  it. 

12  Save  now,  I  beseech  thee,  |  O  —  |  Lord: 

O  Lord,  I  beseech  thee,  |  send  —  |  now  pros-  J  perity. 

13  Blessed  be  he  that  cometh  in  the  I  name  .  of  the  |  Lord : 

We  have  blessed  you  out  of  the  |  house  —  |  of  the  |  Lord. 

14  God  is  the  Lord,  which  hath  |  shewed  .  us  |  light : 

Bind  the  sacrifice  with  cords,  even  unto  the  |  horns  —  |  of  the  j  altar: 

15  Thou  art  my  God,  and  |  I  will  |  praise  thee: 

Thou  art  my  God,   |  I  —  |  will  ex-  |  alt  thee. 

16  0  give  thanks  unto  the  Lord  ;  for  |  he  is  |  good  : 

Tor  his  |  mercy  .  en-  |  dureth  .  for-  |  ever. 


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I  will  lift  up  mine  eves  |  unto  the  |  hills, 
From  |  whence  —  [  cometh  .  my  |  help. 

My  help  cometh  ]  from  the  j  Lord, 
Which  j  made  —  |  heaven  .  and  |  earth. 

He  will  not  suffer  thy  |  foot  .  to  be  |  moved  ; 
He  that  |  keepeth  .  thee  |  will  not  J  slumber. 

Behold,  he  that  keepeth  |  Isra- 1  el 
Shall  neither  |  slumber  |  nor  —  |  sleep. 

The  Lord  |  is  thy  |  keeper : 
The  Lord  is  thy  shade  up- 1  on  thy  J  right  —  |  hand. 

The  sun  shall  not 
Nor  the  |  moon 

The  Lord  shall  preserve  thee  from  j  all  —  j  evil 
He  |  shall  pre-  |  serve  thy  |  soul. 


smite  thee  .  by  |  day, 
-  |  by  —  |  night. 


The  Lord  shall  preserve  thy  going  out  and  thy  |  coming  J  in 
From  this  time  forth,  and  f  even  .  for  J  ever-  J  more. 


Selection,  No.  36. 

1  I  was  glad  when  they  said  ]  unto  |  me, 

Let  us  go  into  the  1  house  —  |  of  the  J  Lord. 

2  Our  feet  shall  stand  with-  |  in  thy  |  gates, 

0  —  J  — Je-  |  rusa-  |  lem. 

3  Jerusalem  is  builded  |  as  a  |  city 

That  |  is  com- 1  pact  to-  j  gether : 

4  Whither  the  tribes  go  up,  the  tribes  1  of  the  1  Lord, 

Unto  the  testimony  of  Israel,  to  give  thanks  unto  the 

5  For  there  are  set  |  thrones  of  |  judgment, 

The  thrones  of  the  |  house  —  j  of  —  |  David. 

6  Pray  for  the  peace  of  Je-  |  rusa-  |  lem : 

They  shall  |  prosper  .  that  |  love  —  |  thee. 

7  Peace  be  with-  |  in  thy  ]  walls, 

And  prosperity  with-  |  in  thy  1  pala- 1  ces. 

8  For  my  brethren  and  com-  I  panions'  |  sakes, 

1  will  now  say,  |  Peace—  |  be  with-  |  in  thee. 

9  Because  of  the  house  of  the  I  Lord  our  |  God 

I  will  |  seek  —  J  thy  —  |  good. 


Psalm  CXXIL 


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PSALM  CXXYI. 


1  When  the  Lord  turned  again  the  cap-  [  tivity 

We  were  |  like  —  |  them  that  |  dream. 

2  Then  was  our  mouth  |  filled  .  with  |  laughter, 

And  our  |  tongue  —  |  with  —  |  singing : 

3  Then  said  they  a-  |  mong  the  j  heathen, 

The  Lord  hath  done  |  great  —  |  things  —  |  for  them. 

4  The  Lord  hath  done  great  |  things  for  |  us ; 

Where-  |  of —  |  we  are  |  glad. 

5  Turn  again  our  captivity,  |  O  —  |  Lord, 

As  the  |  streams  —  |  in  the  |  south. 

6  They  that  |  sow  in  |  tears 

Shall  |  reap  —  |  in  —  |  joy. 

7  He  that  goeth  forth  and  weepeth,  hearing  [  precious  |  seed, 

Shall  doubtless  come  again  with  rejoicing,  |  bringing,  his  |  sheaves- 


with  him. 


1  Out  I  of  the  |  depths 
Have  I  cried  j  unto 


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thee,  O  |  Lord. 


Psalm  CXXX. 


2  Lord,  |  hear  my  |  voice : 

Let  thine  ears  be  attentive  to  the  |  voice  of .  my  j  suppli-  J  cations. 

3  If  thou,  Lord,  shouldst  |  mark  in-|  iquities, 

0  |  Lord  —  |  who  shall  |  stand  ? 

4  But  there  is  for-  |  giveness  .  with  |  thee, 

That  thou  |  mayest  |  be  —  |  feared. 

5  I  wait  for  the  Lord,  my  |  soul  doth  |  wait, 

And  in  his  |  word  do  |  I  —  |  hope. 

6  My  soul  waiteth  for  the  Lord  more  than  they  that  |  watch  .  for  the  |  morning : 

1  say,  more  than  they  that  |  watch  —  |  for  the  |  morning. 

7  Let  Israel  |  hope  *  in  the  |  Lord : 

For  with  the  Lord  there  is  mercy,  and  with  him  is  |  plen |  teousre-  |  demption. 

8  And  he  shall  redeem  |  Isra-  |  el 

From  |  all  —  |  his  in-  |  iquities. 


Selection,  No.  39. 


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1  Arise,  O  Lord,  |  into 

Thou,  and  the  |  ark  —  |  of  thy  |  strength. 

2  Let  thy  priests  be  clothed  with  |  righteous- 

And  let  thy  saints  |  shout  —  |  for  —  |  joy. 


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Turn  not  away  the  |  face  of  |  thine  a-  |  noiuted. 

4  For  the  Lord  hath  [  chosen  |  Zion ; 

He  hath  desired  it  |  for  his  |  habi-  |  tation. 

5  This  is  my  |  rest  for  |  ever : 

Here  will  I  dwell ;  |  for  I  |  have  de-  \  sired  it. 

6  I  will  abundantly  bless  |  her  pro-  j  vision  : 

I  will  satisfy  her  |  poor —  [with—  |  bread. 

7  I  will  also  clothe  her  priests  |  with  —  |  sal-  ]  vation ; 

And  her  saints  shall  |  shout  a-  |  loud  for  |  joy. 


Selection,  No.  40. 

1  Oh,  give  thanks  unto  the  Lord ;  for  |  he  is  |  good : 

For  his  |  mercy  •  en-  |  dureth  .  for  |  ever. 

2  Oh,  give  thanks  unto  the  |  God  of  |  gods : 

For  his  |  mercy  .  en-  |  dureth  .  for  |  ever. 

8  Oh,  give  thanks  to  the  |  Lord  of  |  lords  : 
For  his  |  mercy  .  en-  |  dureth  .  for  |  ever. 

4  To  him  who  alone  |  doeth  ,  great  |  wonders: 

For  his  |  mercy  .  en-  |  dureth  .  for  |  ever. 

5  To  him  that  by  wisdom  |  made  the  |  heavens  : 

For  his  |  mercy  •  en-  |  dureth  .  for  |  ever. 

6  To  him  that  stretched  out  the  earth  a-  |  bove  the  |  waters: 

For  his  |  mercy .  en-  |  dureth  .  for  \  ever. 

7  To  him  that  |  made  great  |  lights : 

For  his  |  mercy  .  en-  |  dureth  .  for  |  ever. 

8  The  sun  to  |  rule  by  |  day  : 

For  his  |  mercy  .  en-  |  'dureth  .  for  |  ever. 

9  The  moon  and  stars  to  I  rule  by  |  night : 

For  his  |  mercy  .  en-  |  dureth  .  for  |  ever. 

10  Who  remembered  us  in  our  |  low  es-  |  tate : 
For  his  |  mercy  •  en-  |  dureth  •  for  |  ever : 


Psalm  CXXXYL. 


11  And  hath  redeemed  us 
For  his  |  mercy  •  en- 


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dureth  «  for   I  ever. 


12  Who  giveth  food  to  |  all  —  |  flesh : 

For  his  |  mercy  .  en-  |  dureth  .  for  |  ever. 

13  Oh,  give  thanks  unto  the  |  God  of  |  heaven  : 

For  his  |  mercy  ,  en-  |  dureth  .  for  |  ever. 


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1  I  will  praise  thee  with  my  |  whole  —  |  heart : 

Before  the  gods  will  I  sing  |  praise —  |  unto  |  thee. 

2  I  will  worship  toward  thy  holy  temple,  and  praise  thy  name  for  thy  loving-kindness 

and  |  for  thy  |  truth : 
For  thou  hast  magnified  thy  word  a-  |  bove  all  |  thy —  |  name. 

3  In  thy  day  when  I  cried  thou  |  answer  -  edst  |  me, 

And  strengthenedst  me  with  |  strength  —  |  in  my  |  soul. 

4  All  the  kings  of  the  earth  shall _praise  |  thee,  0  |  Lord. 

When  they  hear  the  |  words  of  |  thy —  |  mouth. 

5  Yea,  they  shall  sing  in  the  |  ways  .  of  the  |  Lord : 

For  great  is  the  [glory  |  of  the  |  Lord. 

6  Though  the  Lord  be  high,  yet  hath  he  respect  |  unto  .  the  J  lowly : 

But  the  proud  he  |  knoweth  .  a-  |  far —  |  off. 

7  Though  I  walk  in  the  midst  of  trouble,  thou  |  wilt  re-  |  vive  me  : 

Thou  shalt  stretch  forth  thine  hand  against  the  wrath  of  mine  enemies,  and  | 
thy  right  |  hand  shall  |  save  me. 

8  The  Lord  will  perfect  that  which  con-  |  cerneth  |  me , 

Thy  mercy,  O  Lord,  endureth  for  ever :  forsake  not  the  |  works  of  |  thine  own  [ 
hands. 


Selection,  No.  42. 


From  Psalm  CXXXIX. 


1  O  Lord,  thou  hast  searched  me,  and  |  known  —  |  me. 

Thou  knowest  my  downsitting  and  mine  uprising,  thou  understandest  my  J 
thought  a-  |  far  —  |  off. 

2  Thou  compassest  my  path  and  my  [  lying  |  down, 

And  art  acquainted  with  |  all —  [  my —  |  ways. 

3  For  there  is  not  a  |  word  .  in  my  |  tongue, 

But  lo,  O  Lord,  thou  |  knowest .  it  |  alto-  |  gether. 

4  Thou  hast  beset  me  be-  |  hind  .  and  be-  |  fore, 

And  |  laid  thine  |  hand  up-  |  on  me. 

5  Such  knowledge  is  too  |  wonder  -  ful  |  for  me  ; 

It  is  high,  I  can  not  at- 1  tain —  |  unto  |  it. 

6  Whither  shall  I  go  from  |  thy —  j  Spirit? 

Or  whither  shall  I  |  flee  from  |  thy —  |  presence? 

7  If  I  ascend  up  into  heaven,  |  thou  art  |  there : 

If  I  make  my  bed  in  hell,  be-  |  hold,—  |  thou  art  |  there : 

8  If  I  take  the  wings  of  the  morning,  and  dwell  in  the  uttermost  [  parts  .  of  the  |  sea ; 

Even  there  shall  thy  hand  lead  me,  and  thy  |  right  hand  |  shall  —  |  hold  me. 

9  If  I  say,  Surely  the  |  darkness  .  shall  |  cover  me ; 

Even  the  |  night .  shall  be  |  light  a-  |  bout  me. 

10  Yea,  the  darkness  hideth  not  from  thee ;  but  the  night  shineth  |  as  the  |  day : 

The  darkness  and  the  light  are  |  both  a-  |  like  to  |  thee. 

11  Search  me,  O  God,  and  |  know  my  |  heart : 

Try  me,  and  |  know—  |  my—  |  thoughts  : 


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12  And  see  if  there  be  any  |  wicked  .  way  |  in  me, 

And  lead  me  in  the  |  way  —  |  ever-  |  lasting.  • 

Selection,  No.  43.  psalm  cxlt. 

1  I  will  extol  thee,  my  |  God,  O  |  King ; 

And  I  will  bless  thy  |  name  for  |  ever  .  and  |  ever. 

2  Every  day  will  I  \  bless—  |  thee; 

And  I  will  praise  thy  |  name  for  |  ever  .  and  |  ever. 

3  Great  is  the  Lord,  and  greatly  |  to  be  |  praised ; 

And  his  |  greatness  |  is  un-  |  searchable. 

4  One  generation  shall  praise  thy  |  works  .  to  an-  |  other, 

And  shall  de-  |  clare  thy  |  mighty  |  acts. 

5  I  will  speak  of  the  glorious  honor  |  of  thy  |  majesty, 

And  |  of  thy  |  wondrous  |  works. 

6  And  men  shall  speak  of  the  might  of  thy  |  terrible  |  acts : 

And  |  I  .  will  de-  |  clare  thy  | "greatness. 

7  They  shall  abundantly  utter  the  memory  of  |  thy  great  |  goodness, 

And  shall  |  sing  of  .  thy  |  righteous-  |  ness. 

8  The  Lord  is  gracious,  and  |  full .  of  com-  |  passion ; 

Slow  to  anger,  |  and  of  |  great  —  |  mercy. 

9  The  Lord  is  |  good  to  |  all : 

l    And  his  tender  mercies  are  |  over  |  all  his  |  works. 

10  All  thy  works  shall  praise  |  thee,  O  |  Lord ; 

And  thy  |  saints  shall  |  bless  —  |  thee. 

11  They  shall  speak  of  the  glory  |  of  thy  |  kingdom, 

And  |  talk  of  |  thy  —  |  power ; 

12  To  make  known  to  the  sons  of  men  his  I  mighty  |  acts, 

And  the  glorious  |  inajes  -ty  |  of  his  |  kingdom. 

13  Thy  kingdom  is  an  ever-  |  lasting  |  kingdom, 

And  thy  dominion  endureth  throughout  |  all  —  [  gener- 1  ations, 

14  The  Lord  upholdeth  |  all  that  |  fall, 

And  raiseth  up  all  |  those  that  |  be  bowed  |  down. 

15  The  eyes  of  all  |  wait  up  -  on  |  thee ; 

And  thou  givest  them  their  |  meat  in  |  due  —  |  season, 

16  Thou  |  openest .  thine  |  hand. 

And  satisflest  the  desire  of  j  every  |  living  |  thing. 

17  The  Lord  is  righteous  in  |  all  his  |  ways, 

And  |  holy  .'in  |  all  his  |  works. 

18  The  Lord  is  nigh  unto  all  them  that  |  call  upon  (  him, 

To  all  that  |  call  up  -  on  |  him  in  |  truth. 

19  He  will  fulfill  the  desire  of  |  them  that  |  fear  him : 

He  will  also  hear  their  cry,  |  and  will  |  save —  |  them. 
30  The  Lord  preserveth  all  |  them  that  I  love  him : 

But  all  the  |  wicked  .  will  |  he  de-  |  stroy. 
21  My  mouth  shall  speak  the  |  praise  .  of  the  |  Lord : 

And  let  all  flesh  bless  his  holy  |  name  for  |  ever  and  |  ever. 


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Psalm  CXLYL 


1  Praise  |  ye  the  |  Lord. 

Praise  the  Lord  |  O  —  |  my  —  |  soul. 

2  While  I  live  will  I  |  praise  the  |  Lord  : 

I  will  sing  praises  unto  my  God  |  while  I  |  have  any  |  being. 
8  Put  not  your  |  trust  in  |  princes, 

Nor  in  the  son  of  man,  in  )  whom  there  |  is  no  |  help. 

4  His  breath  goeth  forth,  he  returneth  I  to  his  |  earth; 

In  that  very  |  day  his  |  thoughts —  |  perish. 

5  Happy  is  he  that  hath  the  God  of  Jacob  |  for  his  |  help. 

Whose  hope  is  |  in  the  |  Lord  his  |  God : 

6  Which  made  heaven,  and  earth,  the  sea,  and  all  that  |  therein  j  is  : 

Which  |  keepeth  |  truth  for  |  ever : 

7  Which  executeth  judgment  |  for  the  .  op-  |  pressed : 

Which  giveth  |  food —  |  to  the  |  hungry. 

8  The  Lord  |  looseth  .  the  |  prisoners  : 

The  Lord  openeth  the  |  eyes  —  |  of  the  |  blind : 

9  The  Lord  raiseth  them  that  are  |  bow-ed  |  down : 

The  Lord  |  loveth  |  the  —  |  righteous : 

10  The  Lord  preserveth  the  strangers  ;  he  relieveth  the  |  fatherless  *  and  |  widow : 

But  the  way  of  the  wicked  he  |  turneth  |  upside  |  down. 

11  The  Lord  shall  reign  for  ever,  even  thy  God,  O  Zion,  unto  |  all  *  gener-  |  ations. 

Praise  |  ye  —  |  the  —  |  Lord. 


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1  Praise  the  Lord,  0  Je-J  rusa-  |  lem; 

Praise  thy  |  God,—  |  O—  |  Zion. 

2  For  he  hath  strengthened  the  |  bars  of  .  thy 

He  hath  blessed  "thy  |  children  |  with 
8  He  maketh  peace  |  in  thy  |  borders, 

And  fllleth  thee  with  the  |  finest  |  of  the  |  wheat. 

4  He  sendeth  forth  his  commandment  |  upon  |  earth: 

His  word  |  runneth  |  very  J  swiftly. 

5  He  giveth  |  snow  like  |  wool : 

He  scattereth  the  |  hoar-frost  |  like —  |  ashes. 

6  He  casteth  forth  his  |  ice  like  |  morsels ; 

Who  can  |  stand  be-  |  fore  his  |  cold  ? 

7  He  sendeth  out  his  |  word,  and  I  melteth  them : 

He  causeth  his  wind  to  blow,  |  and  the  |  waters  | 

8  He  showeth  his  word  |  unto  |  Jacob, 

His  statutes  and  his  judgments  |  unto  |  Isra-  |  el. 

9  He  hath  not  dealt  so  with  any  nation  :  and  as  for  his  judgments,  they  |  have  not  j 

known  them. 
Praise  |  ye  —  |  the  —  |  Lord. 


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1  Praise  ]  ye  the  J  Lord. 

Praise  ye  the  Lord  from  the  heavens :  j  praise  him  |  in  the  |  heights. 

2  Praise  ye  him,  |  all  his  |  angels  : 

Praise  ye  |  him,  all  |  his —  |  hosts. 

S  Praise  ye  him,  |  sun  and  |  moon : 

Praise  him,  |  all  ye  |  stars  of  |  light. 

4  Praise  him,  ye  |  heavens  of  |  heavens, 

And  ye  waters  that  |  be  a-  |  bove  the  |  heavens. 

5  Let  them  praise  the  name  |  of  the  |  Lord  : 

For  he  commanded,  |  and  they  |  were  ere-  [  ated, 

6  He  hath  also  established  them  for  |  ever  .  and  |  ever. 

He  hath  made  a  de-  |  cree  which  |  shall  not  |  pass. 

7  Praise  the  Lord  from  the  earth,  ye  dragons,  and  |  all  —  |  deeps : 

Fire,  and  hail ;  snow,  and  vapors ;  stormy  |  wind  ful-  |  filling  .  his  |  word: 

8  Mountains,  and  all  hills  ;  fruitful  trees,  and  |  all  —  |  cedars  : 

Beasts,  and  all  cattle ;  creeping  |  things,  and  |  flying  |  fowl : 

9  Kings  of  the  earth,  and  |  all  —  |  people  ; 

Princes,  and  all  |  judges  |  of  the  |  earth : 

10  Both  young  men,  and  maidens  ;  I  old  .  men,  and  |  children: 

Let  them  praise  the  |  name  —  |  of  the  [  Lord : 

11  For  his  name  a-  |  lone  is  |  excellent ; 

His  glory  is  a-  |  bove  the  |  earth  and  |  heaven. 

12  He  also  exalteth  the  |  horn  of    his  |  people, 

The  |  praise  of  |  all  his  |  saints  ; 

13  Even  of  the  children  of  Israel,  a  people  |  near .  unto  |  him. 

Praise  J  ye  —  |  the  —  J  Lord. 


Selection,  No.  47. 

1  Praise  |  ye  the  |  Lord. 

Praise  God  in  his  sanctuary :  praise  him  in  the 

2  Praise  him  for  his  |  mighty  j  acts  : 

Praise  him  according  to  his  |  excel  -  lent  |  great |  ness. 

3  Praise  him  with  the  |  sound  .  of  the  |  trumpet : 

Praise  him  with  the  |  psalter-  |  y  and  |  harp. 

4  Praise  him  with  the  |  timbrel  .  and  |  dance : 

Praise  him  with  stringed  |  in  -  stru-  |  ments  and  |  organs. 

5  Praise  him  upon  the  |  loud  —  |  cymbals : 

Praise  him  upon  the  |  high —  |  sounding  |  cymbals. 

6  Let  every  thing  that  hath  breath  |  praise  the  |  Lord. 

Praise  |  ye  —  |  the  —  |  Lord. 


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1  Blessed  be  thou,  Lord  God  of  |  Israel .  our  |  father, 

For  |  ev  -  er  |  and —  |  ever. 

2  Thine,  O  Lord,  is  the  greatness,  |  and  the  |  power, 

And  the  glory,  and  the  |  victo-iy,  |  and  the  |  majesty. 

3  For  all  that  is  |  in  the  |  heaven 

And  |  in  the  |  earth  is  |  thine ; 

4  Thine  is  the  |  kingdom,  .  O  |  Lord, 

And  thou  art  exalted  as  |  head  a- 1  bove —  |  all. 

5  Both  riches  and  honor  |  come  of  |  thee, 

And  thou  |  reignest  |  over  |  all : 

6  And  in  thine  hand  is  |  power  .  and  |  might ; 

And  in  thine  hand  it  is  to  make  great,  and  to  give  J  strength- 

7  Now,  therefore,  our  God,  we  j  thank  —  |  thee, 

And  |  praise  thy  |  glorious  |  name. 


1  Chron.  XXIX.  10-13. 


]  unto  |  all. 


Selection,  No.  49. 


From  Isaiah  XII. 


1  O  Lord,  |  I  will  |  praise  thee  :  ' 

Though  thou  wast  angry  with  me,  thine  anger  is  turned  away,  |  and  thou  |  com- 
fortedst  |  me. 

2  Behold,  God  is  |  my  sal-  |  vation ; 

I  will  |  trust  and  |  not .  be  a  -  |  fraid  : 

3  For  the  Lord  JEHOVAH  is  my  strength  |  and  my  |  song : 

He  also  is  be-  |  come  —  |  my  sal-  |  vation. 

4  Therefore  with  jov  shall  ye  |  draw—  |  water 

Out  of  the  |  wells  —  |  of  sal-  |  vation. 

5  And  in  that  day  |  shall  ye  |  say, 

Praise  the  Lord,  |  call  up-  |  on  his  |  name, 

6  Declare  his  doings  a-  |  mong  the  |  people, 

Make  mention  that  his  |  name  —  |  is  ex-  |  alted. 

7  Sing  unto  the  Lord ;  for  he  hath  done  |  excellent  |  things : 

This  is  |  known  in  |  all  the  |  earth. 

8  Cry  out  and  shout,  thou  in-  |  habitant  .  of  |  Zion : 

For  great  is  the  Holy  One  of  Israel  |  in  the  |  midst  of  J  thee. 


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Selection,  No.  50. 


Isaiah  LIL  T-9. 


1  How  beautiful  up-  |  on  the  |  mountains 

Are  the  feet  of  him  that  bringeth  good  |  tidings,  .  that  |  publish -eth  |  peace; 

2  That  bringeth  good  tidings  of  good,  that  publisheth  |  sal —  [  ration; 

That  saith  unto  |  Zion,  Thy  |  God —  |  reigneth ! 

3  Thy  watchmen  shall  lift  |  up  the  |  voice ; 

With  the  voice  to-  |  gether  |  shall  they  [  sing : 

4  For  they  shall  see  |  eye  to  |  eye, 

When  the  Lord  shall  |  bring  a-  |  gain —  ]  Zion. 

5  Break  |  forth  into  [  joy, 

Sing  together,  ye  waste  places  |  of  Je-  J  rasa-  |  lem: 

6  For  the  Lord  hath  |  comforted  .  his  |  people, 

He  hath  re- 1  deem  -  ed  .  Je-  |  rusa-  |  lem. 

7  The  Lord  hath  made  bare  his  holy  arm  in  the  eyes  of  [  all  the  f  nations; 

And  all  the  ends  of  the  earth  shall  see  the  sal-  |  vation  J  of  our  (  God. 


Selection,  No.  51.  Fkou  Isaiah  lhl 

1  He  is  despised  and  re-  |  jected  .  of  |  men ; 

A  man  of  sorrows,  |  and  ac-  |  quainted  .  with  |  grief: 

2  And  we  hid  as  it  were  our  |  faces  |  from  him ; 

He  was  despised,  and  J  we  es-  |  teemed  .  him  J  not. 

3  Surely  he  hath  borne  our  griefs,  and  |  carried  .  our  f  sorrows ; 

Yet  we  did  esteem  him  stricken,  |  smitten  .  of  j  God,  .  and  af-  (  flicted         _ 

4  But  he  was  wounded  for  |  our  trans-  |  gressions, 

He  was  |  bruised  -  for  |  our  in-  |  iquities ; 

5  The  chastisement  of  our  peace  |  was  up-  |  on  him, 

And  with  |  his  stripes  |  we  are  |  healed. 

6  All  we  like  sheep  have  |  gone  a-  |  stray ; 

We  have  turned  every  j  one  to  |  his  own  j  way  •, 

7  And  the  Lord  hath  I  laid  on  [  him 

The  in-  |  iqui  -  ty  f  of  us  |  all. 

8  When  thou  shalt  make  his  soul  an  [  offering  .  for  (  sin, 

He  shall  see  his  seed,  he  |  shall  pro-  |  long  his  |  days, 

9  And  the  pleasure  of  the  Lord  shall  prosper  |  in  his  |  hand, 

He  shall  see  of  the  travail  of  his  soul,  and  |  shall  be  |  satis-  [  fied 


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Selection,  No.  52. 


Luke  I.  68-75. 


1  Blessed  be  the  Lord  |  God  of  |  Israel ; 

For  he  hath  visited  and  re-  |  deem  -  ed  |  his  —  |  people, 

2  And  hath  raised  up  an  horn  of  sal-  |  vation  |  for  us 

In  the  |  house  .  of  his  |  servant  |  David ; 

S  As  he  spake  by  the  mouth  of  his  |  holy  |  prophets, 
Which  have  been  |  since  the  |  world  be-  |  gan : 

4  That  we  should  be  saved  |  from  our  |  enemies, 

And  from  the  hand  of  |  all  that  |  hate  —  |  us ; 

5  To  perform  the  mercypromised  to  our  fathers,and  to  remember  his  |  holy  |  covenant 

The  oath  which  he  sware  to  our  |  father  |  Abra-  |  ham, 

6  That  he  would  grant  unto  us,  that  we,  being  delivered  out  of  the  |  hand  of .  our  j 

enemies, 
Might  serve  |  him  with-  |  out  —  |  fear. 

7  In  holiness  and  righteousness  be-  |  fore —  |  him, 

All  the  J  days  of  |  our  —  |  life. 


Selection,   No.  53.  From  Revelation  IT.  &,  V. 

1  Holt,  holy,  holy,  Lord  |  God  al-  |  mighty, 

Which  was,  and  |  is,  and  |  is  to  |  coma 

2  Thou  art  worthy,  O  Lord,  to  receive  glory,  and  |  honor  .  and  |  power ; 

For  thou  hast  created  all  things,  and  for  thy  pleasure  they  |  are  and  |  were  ere- 1 
ated. 

3  Worthy  is  the  Lamb  |  that  was  |  slain, 

To  receive  power,  and  riches,  and  wisdom,  and  strength,  and  |  honor,  .  and  f 
glory,  .  and  |  blessing. 

4  Blessing,  and  honor,  and  |  glory,  •  and  |  power, 

Be  unto  him  that  sitteth  upon  the  throne, and  unto  the  |  Lamb  for  |  ever,  and  | 
ever, 


Selection,  No.  54. 

1  We  praise  |  thee,  0  |  God : 

We  acknowledge  |  thee  to  |  be  the  |  Lord. 

2  All  the  earth  doth  |  worship  |  thee, 

The  |  Father  |  ever-  |  lasting. 

S  To  thee  all  angels  |  cry  a-  |  loud, 

The  heavens,  and  |  all  the  |  powers  there-  |  in. 


Te  Deum  Laud amus.* 


*  This  hymn  is  said  to  have  been  written  by  Ambrose  of  Milan,  at  the  baptism  of  Augustine,  about  AD.  S'8. 


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4  To  thee  |  cherubim,  .  and  I  seraphim, 

Con-  |  tinu  -  al-  |  ly  do  |  cry, 

5  Holy,  |  holy,  |  holy, 

Lord  |  God  of  |  Saba-  |  oth ; 

6  Heaven  and  |  earth  are  |  full 

Of  the  |  majcs  -  ty  |  of  thy  |  glory. 

7  The  glorious  company  of  the  apostles  |  praise —  |  thee. 

The  goodly  fellowship  of  the  |  prophets  |  praise —  |  thee. 

8  The  noble  army  of  martyrs  |  praise  —  |  thee. 

The  holy  church  throughout  all  the  world  |  doth  ac-  |  knowledge  |  thee, 

9  The  Father,  of  an  |  infi  -  nite  |  majesty; 

Thine  adorable,  |  true  and  |  only  |  Son ; 

10  Also  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost, 

The  |  Com —  |  fort —  |  er. 

11  Thou  art  the  King  of  |  glory,  O  |  Christ, 

Thou  art  the  everlasting  |  Son  .  of  the 


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12  When  thou  tookest  upon  thee  to  de-  |  liver  ]  man, 

Thou  didst  humble  thyself  to  be  |  born —  |  of  a  |  virgin. 

13  When  thoti  hadst  overcome  the  |  sharpness  .  of  |  death, 

Thou  didst  open  the  kingdom  of  |  heaven  to  |  all  be-  |  lievers. 

14  Thou  sittest  at  the  right  hand  of  God,  in  the  glory  |  of  the  |  Father. 

We  believe  that  thou  shalt  |  come  to  |  be  our  |  Judge. 

15  We  therefore  pray  thee,  |  help  thy  |  servants, 

Whom  thou  hast  redeemed  |  with  thy  |  precious  |  blood. 

16  Make  them  to  be  numbered  |  with  thy  |  saints, 

In  |  glory  |  ever-  |  lasting. 

17  O  Lord,  save  thy  people,  and  |  bless  thine  |  heritage ; 

Govern  them  and  |  lift  them  |  up  for  |  ever. 

18  Day  by  day  we  |  magni  -  fy  |  thee  ; 

And  we  worship  thy  name  ever,  |  world  with-  J  out  —  |  end. 

19  Voucnsafe,  0  Lord,  to  keep  us  this  day  [  without  |  sin; 

O  Lord,  have  mercy  upon  us,  have  |  mer-cy  up-  |  on —  J  ufi, 

20  O  Lord,  let  thy  mercy  be  up- 1  on —  |  us, 

As  our  |  trust  —  |  is  in  |  thee. 

2!  O  Lord,  in  thee  |  have  I  |  trusted ; 
Let  inc  |  never  I  be  con-  I  founded. 
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1  Glory  be  to  |  God  on  |  high, 

And  on  earth  |  peace,  good  |  will  towards  |  men. 

2  We  praise  thee,  we  bless  thee,  we  |  worship  |  thee, 

We  glorify  thee,  we  give  thanks  to  |  thee,  for  |  thy  great  |  glory, 

3  0  Lord  God,  |  heavenly  |  King, 

God  the  |  Father  |  A1-—  |  mighty. 

4  O  Lord,  the  only  begotten  Son,  |  Jesus  j  Christ, 

O  Lord  God,  Lamb  of  God,  |  Son—  |  of  the  |  Father, 

5  That  takest  away  the  |  sins  .  of  the  |  world, 

Have  |  mer  -  cy  up-  |  on  —  |  us. 

6  Thou  that  takest  away  the  |  sins  .  of  the  |  world, 

Have  |  mer  -  cy  up-  |  on  —  |  us. 

7  Thou  that  takest  away  the  |  sins  .  of  the  1  world, 

Re-  |  ceive  —  |  our—  |  prayer. 

8  Thou  that  sittest  at  the  right  hand  of  |  God  the  |  Father, 

Have  |  mer-  cy  up-  |  on —  |  us. 

9  For  thou  |  only  art  |  holy  ; 

Thou  |  only  [  art  the  |  Lord ; 

10  Thou  only,  O  Christ,  with  the  |  Holy  [  Ghost, 

Art  most  high  in  the  glory  of  God  the  |  Father.  |  A —  |  men. 


Gloria  in  Excelsis.* 


Selection,  No,  56. 

1  Glory  be  to  the  Father,  and  |  to  the  [  Son, 

And  |  to  the  j  Holy  |  Ghost ; 

2  As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  |  ever  .  shall  |  be, 

World  I  without  T  end.    A-  |  men. 


Gloria  Patbi. 


»  Ascribed  to  Telesphorus,  Bishop  of  Rome,  A.  D.  12&-139. 


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Baptismal  Hymn. 


Before  the  Administration. 
Psalm  103  :  17,  18. 

1  The  mercy  of  the  Lord  is  from  everlasting  to  everlasting  upon  |  them  that  |  fear 

him, 
And  his  righteousness  |  unto  |  children's  |  children. 

2  To  such  as  |  keep  his  |  covenant ; 

And  to  those  that  remember  his  com-  |  mandments  to  |  do —  |  them. 

Mark  10 :  14. 

3  Suffer  little  children  to  come  unto  me,  and  for-  |  bid  them  |  not : 

For  of  |  such  .  is  the  |  kingdom  .  of  |  heaven. 

After  the  Administration. 
Ez.  36:  25,26. 

1  Then  will  I  sprinkle  clean  |  water  .  up-  |  on  you, 

And  |  ye  shall  |  be  —  |  clean  : 

2  A  new  heart  also  |  will  I  |  give  yon, 

And  a  new  spirit  |  will  I  |  put  with-  |  in  you, 

3  And  I  will  take  away  the  stony  heart  |  out  of  .  your  |  flesh, 

And  I  will  |  give  .  you  a  |  heart  of  |  flesh. 

Is.  44 :  3,  4. 

4  I  will  pour  my  Spirit  up-  j  on  thy  |  seed, 

And  my  |  blessing  .  up-  |  on  thine  |  offspring: 

5  And  they  shall  spring  up  as  a-  [  mong  the  |  grass, 

As  |  willows  .  by  the  |  water-  |  courses. 

Acts  2:  39. 

6  For  the  promise  is  unto  you,  and  |  to  your  |  children  ; 

And  to  all  that  are  afar  off,  even  as  many  as  the  |  Lord  our 


God  shall  I  call. 


Selection,  No,  58. 

Matt.  6 :  9-13. 

1  Our  Father  who  |  art  in  |  heaven, 

Hallowed  |  be  —  |  thy  —  |  name ; 

2  Thy  |  kingdom  |  come. 

Thy  will  be  done  on  earth  |  as  it  |  is  in  |  heaven. 

3  Give  us  this'  day  our  |  daily  |  bread ; 

And  forgive  us  our  debt's,  as  |  we  for-  |  give  our  |  debtors ; 

4  And  lead  us  not  |  into    temp-  |  tation, 

But  de-  |  liv  -  er  |  us  from  |  evil ; 

5  For  thine  is  the  kingdom,  and  the  |  power,  and  the  |  glory, 

For  |  ever.  |  A-  —  ]  men. 


The  Lord's  Prayer. 


APPENDIX. 


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1  "While  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power ! 

Be  my  vain  wishes  stilled ; 

And  may  this  consecrated  hour 

With  better  hopes  he  filled! 

2  Thy  love  the  power  of  thought  bestowed 

To  thee  my  thoughts  would  soar  : 
Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flowed ; 
That  mercy  I  adore. 

3  In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 

Thy  ruling  hand  I  see  ! 
Each  blessing  to  my  soul  more  dear, 
Because  conferred  by  thee. 


4  In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 

In  every  pain  I  bear, 
My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise, 
Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 

5  "When  gladness  wings  my  favored  hour, 

Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill ; 
Resigned,  when  storms  of  sorrow  lower, 
My  soul  shall  meet  thy  will. 

6  My  lifted  eye,  without  a  tear, 

The  gathering  storm  shall  see ; 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear; 
That  heart  will  rest  on  thee. 


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1  The  spacious  firmament  on  high, 
With  all  the  blue  ethereal  sky, 

And  spangled  heavens,  a  shining  frame, 
Their  great  Original  proclaim. 

2  Th'  unwearied  sun,  from  day  to  day, 
Does  his  Creator's  power  display, 
And  publishes  to  every  land 

The  work  of  an  Almighty  hand. 

3  Soon  as  the  evening  shades  prevail, 
The  moon  takes  up  the  wondrous  tale, 
And  nightly  to  the  listening  earth 
Repeats  the  story  of  her  birth  ; 


4  While  all  the  stars  that  round  her  burn, 
And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn, 
Confirm  the  tidings  as  they  roll, 

And  spread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole. 

5  What  though,  in  solemn  silence  all 
Move  round  this  dark,  terrestrial  ball? 
What  though  no  real  voice  nor  sound 
Amid  their  radiant  orbs  be  found  ? 

6  In  reason's  ear  they  all  rejoice, 
And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice ; 
For  ever  singing  as  they  shine. 

"  The  hand  that  made  us  is  Divine." 


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LOVING-KINDNESS.    L.  M. 


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His  loving-kindness.'''' 


1  Awake,  my  soul,  to  joyful  lays, 

And  sing  the  great  Redeemer's  praise ; 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me : 
His  loving-kindness,  oh,  how  free ! 

2  He  saw  me  ruined  in  the  fall, 

Yet  loved  me,  notwithstanding  all ; 
He  saved  me  from  my  lost  estate  ; 
His  loviug-kindness,  oh,  how  great ! 

3  Though  numerous  hosts  of  mighty  foes. 
Though  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose, 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along : 

His  loving-kindness,  oh,  how  strong ! 


4  "When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
Has  gathered  thick  and  thundered  loud, 
He  near  my  soul  hath  always  stood : 
His  loving-kindness,  oh,  how  good  ! 

5  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale ; 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail ; 
Oh,  may  my  last  expiring  breath 

His  loving-kindness  sing  in  death  ! 

6  Then  let  me  mount  and  soar  away 
To  the  bright  world  of  endless  day ; 
And  sing,  with  rapture  and  surprise, 
His  loving-kindness  in  the  skies  ! 


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And  let  thy  tears  forget  to  flow : 
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To  lull  thy  pain,  to  heal  thy  wound. 


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Come  unto  Jfe,  all  ye  that  labor.'1'' 


Come,  freely  come,  by  sin  oppressed; 
On  Jesus  cast  thy  weighty  load  ; 
In  him  thy  refuge  find,  thy  rest, 
Safe  in  the  mercy  of  thy  God : 
Thy   God  's    thy    Saviour  —  glorious 

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2  Touched  with  a  sjTmpathy  within, 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame ; 
He  knows  what  sore  temptations  mean, 
For  he  hath  felt  the  same. 

3  He,  in  the  days  of  feeble  flesh, 

Poured  out"  his  cries  and  tears ; 
And,  in  his  measure,  feels  afresh 
What  every  member  bears. 


In  all  points  tempted  like  as  ice  are.' 


4  He  '11  never  quench  the  smoking  flax, 

But  raise  it  to  a  flame  ; 
The  braised  reed  he  never  breaks, 
Nor  scorns  the  meanest  name. 

5  Then  let  our  humble  faith  address 

His  mercy  and  his  power ; 
We  shall  obtain  delivering  grace 
In  the  distressing  hour. 


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2  I  would  not  live  alway  :  no,  welcome  the  tomb  ! 
Since  Jesus  hath  lain  there,  I  dread  not  its  gloom ; 
There  sweet  be  my  rest,  till  he  bid  me  arise 

To  hail  him  in  triumph  descending  the  skies. 

3  Who,  who  would  live  alway,  away  from  his  God, 
Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode, 

Where  the  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  o'er  the  bright  plains, 
And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns  ; 

4  Where  the  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony  meet, 
Their  Saviour  and  brethren  transported  to  greet ; 
While  the  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly  roll, 
And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of  the  soul ! 


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Bear  us  down  life's  rapid  stream; 

Upward,  Lord,  our  spirits  raise  t 
All  below  is  but  a  dream. 

Thanks  for  mercies  past  receive, 

Pardon  of  our  sins  renew  ; 
Teach  us  henceforth  how  to  live, 

With  eternity  in  view; 
Bless  thy  word  to  young  and  old; 

Fill  us  with  a  Saviour's  love  ; 
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What  its  signs  of  promise  are. 
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See  that  glory-beaming  star ! 

2  Watchman,  does  its  beauteous  ray 

Aught  of  joy  or  hope  foretell? 
Traveler,  yes  :  it  brings  the  day, 
Promised  day  of  Israel. 

3  Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night : 

Higher  yet  that  star  ascends. 
Traveler,  blessedness  and  light, 
Peace  and  truth,  its  course  portends. 


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For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn. 

Traveler,  darkness  takes  its  flight, 

Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn. 

6  Watchman,  let  thy  wanderings  cease; 

Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home. 
Traveler,  lo  !  the  Prince  of  Peace, 
Lo  !  the  Son  of  God  is  come ! 


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Thousands  of  children  stand — 
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A  holy,  happy  band. 

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That  heaven  so  bright  and  fair, 
Where  all  is  peace,  and  joy,  and  love? 
How  came  those  children  there  ? 

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3  Because  the  Saviour  shed  his  blood 

To  wash  away  their  sin  ; 
Bathed  in  that  pure  and  precious  flood, 
Behold  them  white  and  clean. 
Singing  glory,  &c. 

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2  But  should  the  surges  rise, 

And  rest  delay  to  come, 
Blest  be  the  sorrow,  kind  the  storm, 
Which  drives  us  nearer  home. 

3  Soon  shall  our  doubts  and  fears 

All  yield  to  thy  control ; 


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INDEX   OF   FIRST  LINES  OF  HYMNS. 

{Tlie  figures  on  the  left  hand  designate  the  numbers  of  the  Hymns,  those  on  the  right  the  pages.) 


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5^6  A  broken  heart,  my  God, my  King. 345 

575  A  broken  heart,  ()  Lord 278 

916  A  charge  to  keep  I  have 272 

1220  A  few  more  years  shall  roll 366 

48'?  A  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page 34 

8  17  A  pilgrim  through  this  lonely  world. . .  232 

1050  According  to  thy  gracious  word 329 

622  Acquaint  thee,  O  mortal,  acquaint  thee  323 

63 }  Affliction  is  a  stormy  deep 128 

80  Again  our  earthly  cares  we  leave 358 

57  Again  the  day  returns  of  holy  rest 227 

60  Again  the  Lord  of  life  and  light 34 

646  Ah,  happy  hours!  whene'er  upsprings.  165 

409  Ah !  how  shall  fallen  man 28.1 

563  Ah !  what  avails  my  strife 340 

983  Ah  !  wretched,  vile,  ungrateful  heart. .  115 

562  Alas !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed? 174 

637  Alas !  what  hourly  dangers  rise  1 290 

379  All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name  1 113 

31  All  people  that  on  earth  do  dwell 17 

263  All  praise  to  thee,  eternal  Lord  1 114 

717  All  that  I  was,  my  sin,  my  guilt 170 

104  All  ye  nations,  praise  the  Lord  ! 150 

212  Almighty  Father!  gracious  Lord ! 371 

213  Almighty  Father  of  mankind  ! 359 

813  Almighty  God,  in  humble  prayer 410 

1162  Almighty  Maker  of  my  frame 337 

661  Along  my  earthly  way 334 

419  Always  with  us,  always  with  us 193 

885  Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross  ? 27 

1015  Amazing  grace !  (how  sweet  the  sound!)  215 

150  Amid  the  splendors  of  thy  state 124 

591  Amid  thy  wrath  remember  love 250 

557  And  are  we  wretches  yet  alive ! 275 

802  And  art  thou,  gracious  Master, gone?..  205 
712  And  can  mine  eyes,  without  a  tear. . . .  251 

311  And  did  the  Holy  and  the  Just 303 

986  And  dost  thou  say,  "  Ask  what 277 

1263  And  is  there,  Lord,  a  rest 222 

834  And  must  I  part  with  all  I  have 410 

1274  And  must  this  body  die  ? 99 

843  And  shall  I  sit  alone 287 

1283  And  will  the  Judge  descend 299 

761  And  wilt  thou  now  forsake  me,  Lord..  129 
114  Angels,  assist  to  sing 24 

61  Another  six  days'  work  is  done 283 

979  Arise,  my  soul,  my  joyful  powers 153 

547  Arise,  my  tend' rest  thoughts,  arise. . . .  404 

1075  Arise  !  O  King  of  grace,  arise  ! 125 

3S7  Arise,  ye  people,  and  adore 201 

893  Arise,  ye  saints,  arise ! 106 

1033  Around  the  throne  of  God  in  heaven.1 59,453 
S18  As  by  the  light  of  opening  day 2"7 

1275  As  Jesus  died  and  rose  again 347 

654  As  pants  the  hart  for  cooling  streams. .  95 
755  As  vhan  the  weary  traveler  gains 289 


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503  Ask,  and  ye  shall  receive 118 

1195  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  blessed  sleep! 305 

COO  Author  of  good !  to  thee  we  turn 149 

331  Awake,  and  sing  the  song 1<)6 

43  Awake,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 49 

901  Awake,  my  soul !  lift  up  thine  eyes 74 

8.30  Awake,  my  soul!  stretch  every  nerve.     35 

431  Awake,  my  soul,  to  joyful  lays 122,454 

132  Awake,  my  tongue,  thy  tribute  bring. .     75 

890  Awake,  our  souls !  away,  our  fears 74 

1153  Awake,  ye  saints!  and  raise  your  eyes.  201 
53  Awake,  ye  saints,  awake  ! 24 

35  Be  joyful  in  God,  all  ye  lands  of. 78 

100  Be  thou  exalted,  O.my  God 30 

33  Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne 53 

729  Before  thy  cross,  my  dying  Lord 102 

731  Before  thy  throne  with  tearful  eyes 102 

110  Begin,  my  soul,  th'  exalted  lay 47 

178  Begin,  my  tongue,  some  heavenly 116 

541  Behold  a  Stranger  at  the  door 164 

337  Behold  the  glories  of  the  Lamb 201 

481  Behold,  the  morning  sun 330 

854  Behold  the  throne  of  grace! 130 

1199  Behold  the  western  evening  light ! 32T 

1002  Behold,  what  wondrous  grace 223 

281  Behold,  where,  in  a  mortal  form 380 

1205  Beneath  our  feet  and  o'er  our  head 305 

138  Beyond,  beyond  that  boundless  sea 280 

159  Bless,  O  my  soul !  the  living  God 75 

957  Blessed  are  the  6ons  of  God !. 136 

791  Blessed  be  God !  for  ever  blest 121 

264  Blessed  night,  when  first  that  plain. ...  269 

6S8  Blessed  Saviour !  thee  I  love 100 

993  Blest  are  the  pure  in  heart 252 

861  Blest  are  the  sons  of  peace , , . .  252 

871  Blest  be  the  dear,  uniting  love 211 

857  Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds 194 

1071  Blest  be  thou,  O  God  of  Israel. . '. 85 

843  Blest  hour!  when  mortal  man  retires. .  224 

1243  Blest  hour!  when  righteous  souls 381 

944  Blest  is  the  man  whom  thou,  O  Lord..  229 
875  Blest  is  the  man  whose  softening  heart.  171 
700  Blest  Jesus !  when  my  soaring  thoughts  143 

736  Blest  Jesus!  while  in  mortal  flesh 149 

59  Blest  morning!  whose  young  dawning.  44 
523  Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow ...  199 

1052  Bread  of  heaven  !  on  thee  I  feed 101 

993  Breast  the  wave,  Christian 39S 

1230  Brief  life  is  here  our  portion 357 

243  Bright  King  of  glory !  dreadful  God  ! . .     87 

1096  Bright  source  of  everlasting  love 239 

266  Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons 79 

265  Brightness  of  the  Father's  glory 193 

548  Broad  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death.  .  255 
513  Brother,  hast  thou  wandered  far 2*0 


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532  Burdened  with  guilt,  wouldst  thou 352 

108D  By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 104 

GTT  Call  the  Lord  thy  sure  salvation 219 

906  Calm  me,  my  God,  and  keep  me  calm.  266 

1203  Culm  on  the  bosom  of  thy  God 207 

272  Calm,  on  the  listening  ear  of  night 221 

550  Can  sinners  hope  for  heaven . .  314 

416  Cast  thy  burden  on  the  Lord 202 

1213  Cease,  ye  mourners,  cease  to  languish.  310 

904  Cheer  up,  desponding  soul ! 265 

542  Child  of  sin  and  sorrow 243 

715  Chosen,  not  for  good  in  me 373 

490  Christ  and  his  cross  are  all  our  theme.  1S2 

1074  Christ  is  our  Corner-stone 193 

833  Christ,  of  all  my  hopes  the  Ground 150 

354  Christ,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-day ! 127 

425  Christ,  whose  glory  fills  the  skies 372 

\032  Church  of  the  ever-living  God 3S5 

930  Clouds  and  darkness  round  about  thee  392 
340  Come,  all  ye  saints  of  God 144 

453  C^me,  blessed  Spirit!  Source  of  light. .  163 
89  Come,  dearest  Lord !  descend  and  dwell  292 

332  Come,  every  pious  heart 40 

454  Come,  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove.  135 
258  Come,  happy  souls,  approach  your  God  116 
435  Come,  heavenly  Love !  inspire  my  song    95 

504  Come  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls 184 

451  Come,  Holy  Ghost— in  love. 354 

452  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come ! 272 

462  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove 187 

970  Come,  humble  souls,  ye  mourners,  come  104 

1070  Come  in,  thou  blessed  of  the  Lord 3S1 

109  Come,  let  our  voices  join  to  raise 43 

llGl  Come,  let  us  anew  our  journey  pursue.  397 

338  Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs. . .  112 
309  Come,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes 117 

339  Come,  let  us  sing  the  song  of  songs 74 

585  Come,  let  us  to  the  Lord  our  God 143 

1269  Come,  Lord!  and  tarry  not 382 

129  Come,  O  my  soul !  in  sacred  lays 30 

514  Come,  said  Jesus'  sacred  voice 203 

36  Come,  sound  his  praise  abroad 374 

474  Come,  thou  almighty  King 145 

643  Come,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing. . . .  173 

394  Come,  thou  long-expected  Jesus 84 

529  Come  to  the  ark,  come  to  the  ark 39 

527  Come  to  the  land  of  peace 367 

55  i  Come,  trembling  sinner,  in  whose  breast  143 

505  Come  unto  me,  all  ye  who  mourn 103 

528  Come  up  hither ;  come  away 386 

96S  Come,  we  who  love  the  Lord 33 

531  Come,  weary  souls,  with  sin  distressed  225 

952  Come,  ye  disconsolate  !  where'er 153 

518  Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  wretched. .  295  I 

831  Come,  ye  that  fear  the  Lord 334 

507  Come,  ye  with  sin  distressed 118 

675  Commit  thou  all  thy  griefs 160 

701  Compared  with  Christ,  in  all  beside. ..  206 

5^9  Could  my  heart  so  hard  remain 261  j 

249  Crown  his  head  with  endless  blessing. .   193  J 

333  Crowns  of  glory  ever  bright 166  ; 

1  rv°.0  Daughter  of  Zion !  awake  from  thy 79  ! 

1 134  Daughter  of  Zion  !  from  the  dust 210  I 

1 J37  Day  of  judgment — day  of  wonders 294  ' 

1206  Dear  as  thou  wert,  and  justly  dear. . . .  133  i 
846  Dear  Father,  to  thy  mercy-seat.,,,,,,  191  i 


HYMN  pAGH 

1216  Dear  is  the  spot  where  Christians  sleep  303 

1077  Dear  Jesus,  ever  at  my  side 398 

8u6  Dear  Lord,  amid  the  throng  that  pressed  241 

799  Dear  Lord,  and  will  thy  pardoning  love  44 
663  Dear  Refuge  of  my  weary  soul 55 

1086  Dear  Saviour,  if  these  lambs 405 

790  Dear  Saviour !  we  are  thine 176 

608  Dear  Saviour,  when  my  thoughts  recall  829 
303  Dearest  of  all  the  names  above 313 

1170  Death  may  dissolve  my  body  now 229 

310  Deep  in  our  hearts  let  us  record 337 

767  Deny  thee  ?  what !  deny  the  way 224 

G04  Depth  of  mercy  ! — can  there  be 403 

1235  Descend  from  heaven,  immortal  Dove !     21 

321  Despised  is  the  Man  of  grief 102 

236  Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep 2S6 

800  Didst  thou,  dear  Jesus,  suffer  shame. .  155 
87  Dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing,  Lord 49 

1148  Do  I  delight  in  sorrow's  dress? 399 

698  Do  not  I  love  thee,  O  my  Lord 220 

760  Do  not  I  trust  in  thee,  O  Lord  ? 217 

1119  Dread  Jehovah  !  God  of  nations  ! 362 

73  Dread  Sovereign !  let  my  evening  song  303 

44  Early,  my  God !  without  delay 54 

233  Ere  earth's  foundations  yet  were  laid. .  231 
254  Ere  the  blue  heavens  were  stretched . . .  304 

819  Eternal  Father,  God  of  love 410 

190  Eternal  God!  eternal  King! 197 

158  Eternal  Power  !  almighty  God ! 69 

719  Eternal  Rock !  to  thee  I  flee 93 

626  Eternal  Source  of  joys  divine 228 

465  Eternal  Spirit,  we  confess 276 

183  Eternal  Wisdom  !  thee  we  praise 117 

1290  Eternity— eternity  ! 403 

808  Ever  patient,  gentle,  meek 136 

415  Everlasting  arms  of  love 167 

953  Every  human  tie  may  perish 406 

931  Faint  not,  Christian !  though  the  road.  283 

757  Faith  is  the  polar  star 256 

19  Far  as  thy  name  is  known 50 

1019  Far  down  the  ages  now 366 

1232  Far  from  my  heavenly  home 99 

21  Far  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world. . ..     42 

913  Far  from  the  world,  O  Lord,  I  flee 132 

1236  Far  from  these  narrow  scenes  of  night.  296 
350  Father,  how  wide  thy  glory  shines! . . .  81 
215  Father,  I  know  that  all  my  life 280 

1233  Father,  I  long,  I  faint  to  see -  239 

1289  Father !— if  I  may  call  thee  so 255 

1204  Father,  my  spirit  owns 279 

933  Father,  oh,  hear  me  now  ! 245 

994  Father  of  eternal  grace 162 

471  Father  of  heaven,  whose  love  profound  313 
63  Father  of  love  and  power 144 

1059  Father  of  mercies,  bow  thine  ear 169 

214  Father  of  mercies,  God  of  love  ! 190 

723  Father  of  mercies,  God  of  love!  Oh,  hear  147 

485  Father  of  mercies,  in  thy  word 63 

873  Father  of  mercies,  send  thy  grace 211 

207  Father,  thy  paternal  care 3^3 

315  Father,  thy  Son  hath  died 311 

926  Father,  whate'er  of  earthlv  bliss 191 

1182  Father,  when  thy  child  is  dying 800 

940  Father,  who  in  the  olive  shade 300 

899  Fear  not,  O  little  flock,  the  foe 47 

900  Fight  the  good  fight  I  lay  hold 139 


INDEX  OP  FIRST  LINES  OP   HYMNS. 


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HYMJT  PAGE 

882  Firm  as  the  earth  thy  Gospel  stands. . .  45 
713  Flow  fast,  my  tears!  the  cause  is  great  212 

1247  For  all  thy  saints,  O  God 99 

695  For  mercies  countless  as  the  sands. . . .  232 

5  For  thee,  O  God,  our  constant  praise. .  319 

995  For  ever  here  my  rest  shall  be 186 

1237  For  ever  with  the  Lord  ! 382 

420  Forgetful  can  a  mother  be  ? 182 

10  Forth  from  the  dark  and  stormy  sky. .  147 

1146  Fount  of  everlasting  love ! 29 

77  Frequent  the  day  of  God  returns 307 

1214  Friend  after  friend  departs 256 

103  From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies. ...  30 
601  From  deep  distress  and  troubled  tho'ts  240 
845  From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows. . .  283 

11 12  From  foes  that  would  the  land  devour.  257 

1132  From  Greenland's  icy  mountains 395 

671  From  lowest  depths  of  woe 299 

520  From  the  cross  uplifted  high 100 

1252  From  thee,  my  God,  my  joys  shall  rise  385 

1092  From  yon  delusive  scene 110 

941  Gently,  gently  lay  thy  rod 162 

759  Gently,  Lord,  oh,  gently  lead  us 234 

1183  Gently,  my  Saviour,  let  me  down 377 

1033  Gird  on  thy  conquering  sword  ! 198 

1245  Give  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  rise 97 

154  Give  thanks  to  God  ;  he  reigns  above. .  48 

168  Give  thanks  to  God  most  high 40 

166  Give  to  our  God  immortal  praise 64 

533  Give  to  the  Lord  thine  heart 119 

123  Give  to  the  Lord,  ye  sons  of  fame 86 

676  Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears 161 

1042  Give  us  room,  that  we  may  dwell 391 

29  Glad  was  my  heart  to  hear 32 

1023  Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken 219 

377  Glory,  glory  to  our  King. 372 

341  Glory  to  God  on  high ! 144 

1076  Glory  to  the  Father  give 29 

65  Glory  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night 49 

878  Go,  labor  on  ;  spend  and  be  spent 57 

879  Go,  labor  on;  your  hands  are  weak. . .  57 
1135  Go,  preach  my  gospel,  saith  the  Lord..  249 

290  Go  to  dark  Gethsemane 163 

925  Go  up,  go  up,  my  heart ! 265 

842  Go,  when  the  morning  shineth 180 

251  Go,  worship  at  Immanuel's  feet 87 

1111  God  bless  our  native  land  ! 401 

556  God  calling  yet  .'—shall  I  not  hear  ? 318 

79  God  in  his  temple  let  us  meet 376 

226  God,  in  the  high  and  holy  place 384 

141  God  is  a  Spirit,  just  and  wise 182 

151  God  is  love ;  his  mercy  brightens 193 

884  God  is  my  strong  salvation 394 

198  God  is  our  refuge  and  defense .  241 

196  God  is  our  refuge  and  our  strength. ...     18 

200  God  is  our  refuge  ever  near 403 

192  God  is  the  refuge  of  his  saints 90 

236  God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way 80 

644  God,  my  supporter  and  my  hope 228 

137  God  of  almighty  power 51 

612  God  of  mercy  !  God  of  love ! 260 

961  God  of  my  life !  through  all  my  days. .     43 

670  God  of  my  life !  to  thee  I  call 405 

728  God  of  my  salvation,  hear. 360 

308  God's  holy  law,  transgressed 98 

1014  Grace !  '  t  is  a  charming  sound 375 

574  Great  Author  of  my  being. 378 


HTMIC  PAGB 

15  Great  God!  attend,  while  Zion  sings..     52 

142  Great  God !  how  infinite  art  thou ! 274 

45  Great  God  !  indulge  my  humble  claim.  42 
204  Great  God  !  let  all  my  tuneful  powers.  92 
1009  Great  God  of  wonders  1  all  thy  ways...  147 
1126  Great  God !  the  nations  of  the  earth. . .  229 
66  Great  God  !  to  thee  my  evening  song. .  114 
1156  Great  God  !  we  sing  that  mighty  hand.  31 
1284  Great  God  !  what  do  I  see  and  hear  ?. .  403 

1123  Great  God !  whose  universal  sway 70 

1025  Great  is  the  Lord  our  God 23 

128  Great  is  the  Lord !  what  tongue 65 

473  Great  One  in  Three,  great  Three  in  One    82 

127  Great  Ruler  of  all  nature's  frame ! 353 

1021  Great  Shepherd  of  thine  Israel ! 212 

667  Great  Source  of  boundless  power 343 

1221  Guide  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah  I ,  407 

866  Had  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews.  248 

1011  Hail,  my  ever  blessed  Jesus ! 85 

749  Hail,  sovereign  Love !  that  formed. . . .  304 
278  Hail  the  night !  all  hail  the  morn ! 29 

1039  Hail  to  the  Lord's  Anointed  ! 181 

381  Hail  to  the  Prince  of  life  and  peace !. . .     87 

384  Hallelujah  !  hallelujah ! 301 

173  Hallelujah !  raise,  oh,  raise 28 

1029  Happy  the  church,  thou  sacred  place ! .  61 
858  Happy  the  heart  where  graces  reign. . .  221 

1087  Happy  the  home,  when  God  is  there. . .  39 
870  Happy  the  souls  to  Jesus  joined 211 

1264  Hark !  a  voice  divides  the  sky  ! 151 

273  Hark !  hark  !  the  notes  of  joy 62 

895  Hark !  how  the  gospel  trumpet  sounds !  156 

709  Hark !  my  soul !  it  is  the  Lord 150 

386  Hark  I  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices..  392 

1268  Hark!  that  shout  of  rapturous  joy 127 

274  Hark  !  the  glad  sound  I  the  Saviour. . .  117 

270  Hark !  the  herald  angels  sing. 391 

392  Hark !  the  song  of  Jubilee 126 

297  Hark  !  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy. . . .  294 
572  Hark!  through  the  courts  of  heaven. . .  331 

271  Hark !  what  celestial  sounds Ill 

269  Hark!  what  mean  those  holy  voices...  218 

537  Haste,  O  sinner !  now  be  wise 150 

538  Haste,  traveler,  haste !  the  night  comes  188 
1105  Hasten,  O  Lord,  that  happy  time 83 

584  Have  mercy  on  me,  O  my  God  ! 344 

353  He  dies!  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies....  230 
374  He  lives!  the  great  Redeemer  lives!.. .  230 

12S5  He  reigns!  the  Lord,  the  Saviour  reigns  70 
388  He  who  on  earth  as  man  was  known.. .  364 
618  Hear  me,  O  God !  nor  hide  thy  face. . .  342 

536  Hear,  O  sinner  1  mercy  hails  you 294 

964  Hear  what  God,  the  Lord,  hath  spoken  172 

1212  Hear  what  the  voice  from  heaven....  317 
545  Hearts  of  stone,  relent,  relent ! 246 

1044  Heavenly  Father !  may  thy  love 409 

566  Here,  at  thy  cross,  my  gracious  Lord. .  135 

977  Here  I  can  firmly  rest 222 

553  Here  is  my  heart — I  give  it  thee ! 140 

157  High  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God ! . . . .     48 

1249  High  in  yonder  realms  of  light 282 

155  Holy  and  reverend  is  the  name 307 

491  Holy  Bible!  book  divine  ! 390 

470  Holy  Father !  hear  my  cry 408 

456  Holy  Ghost,  the  Infinite ! 351 

458  Holy  Ghost,  thou  Source  of  light ! 67 

457  Holy  Ghost  1  with  light  divine 66 


462 


INDEX   OF  FIRST  LINES   OS   HYMNS. 


HTSOf  PAGE 

7  Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  !  Be  thy 66 

472  Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  God  of  hosts ! . .  363 
OS  Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord !  In  the  highest.     66 

710  Holy  Lamb,  who  thee  receive 66 

459  Holy  Spirit  I  Lore  Divine  ! 260 

1240  Hope  of  our  hearts  !  O  Lord  appear...  327 

890  Hosanna!  be  our  cheerful  song 112 

202  How  are  thy  servants  blest,  O  Lord  ! . .  812 

1002  How  beauteous  are  their  feet . .     50 

283  How  beauteous  were  the  marks  divine.  146 

1192  How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies!  80S 
804  How  blest  the  sacred  tie  that  binds.. . .  289 

1250  How  bright  these  glorious  spirits  shine  297 

821  How  can  I  sink  with  such  a  prop 1S6 

22  How  charming  is  the  place 11 

1057  How  condescending  and  how  kind 316 

27  How  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 26 

ISO  How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints 270 

510  How  gentle  God's  commands! 252 

1080  How  glorious  is  our  heavenly  King. . . .  398 

312  How  heavy  is  the  night 98 

54)  How  helpless  guilty  nature  lies 275 

1023  How  honored  is  the  sacred  place 35 

1047  How  large  the  promise,  how  divine  !.. .  411 
610  How  long,  O  Lord,  shall  I  complain...  336 
985  How  long  the  time  since  Christ  began..  3  8 
613  How  long  wilt  thou  forget  me,  Lord?..  251 

13  How  lovely  are  thy  dwellings  fair IS 

630  How  oft,  alas!  this  wretched  heart. . .  342 
482  How  perfect  is  thy  word 380 

14  How  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair 52 

860  How  pleasant 't  is  to  see 46 

26  How  pleased  and  blest  was  1 46 

4SS  How  precious  is  the  book  divine 214 

403  How  sad  our  state  by  nature  is 275 

806  How  shall  the  sons  of  men  appear 376 

4S9  How  shall  the  young  secure  their  hearts  i64 

1164  How  short  and  hasty  is  our  life  1 306 

1196  How  still  and  peaceful  is  the  grave ! . . .  31 7 
1C55  How  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place 233 

859  How  sweet,  how  heavenly  is  the  sight.  158 

441  How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds..  116 

82  How  sweet  to  leave  the  world  awhile  .  376 

525  How  sweetly  flowed  the  gospel  sound..  114 

1165  How  vain  is  all  beneath  the  skies  !. . . .  283 

184  How  wondrous  great,  how  glorious 80 

697  How  wondrous  was  the  burning  zeal..  120 

814  I  ask  not  now  for  gold  to  gild 143 

140  I  can  not  always  trace  the  way 322 

947  I  can  not  call  affliction  sweet 129 

418  I  close  my  heavy  eye 284 

987  I  did  thee  wrong,  my  God 264 

804  I  feel  within  a  wanr 265 

477  I  give  immortal  praise 63 

565  I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say 170 

945  I  heard  the  voice  of  love  divine 259 

3GS  I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives,  And. .  94 

369  I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives  :  He. .  73 

973  I  know  thy  thrughts  are  peace 266 

746  I  lay  my  sins  on  Jesus 379 

734  I  left  the  God  of  truth  and  light 404 

152  I'll  bless  the  Lord,  I  '11  bless  the  Lord  72 

221  I  '11  praise  my  Maker  with  my  breath. .  88 

647  I  love  my  God,  but  with  no  love  of  mine  397 

650  I  love  the  Lord  ;  he  heard  my  cries. . .  77 

827  I  love  the  Lord ;  he  lent  an  ear 233 

691  I  love  the  Lord  who  died  for  me 325 


I   HYMN  PA6S 

484  I  love  the  volume  of  thy  word 8S 

635  I  love  thee,  O  my  God,  but  not 154 

1017  I  love  thy  kingdom,  Lord 223 

64  I  love  to  steal  awhile  away 214 

1224  I  'm  but  a  stranger  here 244 

797  I  'm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord 35 

1006  I  once  was  a  stranger  to  grace 271 

56S  I  saw  One  hanging  on  a  tree 174 

747  I  see  the  crowd  in  Pilate's  hall 154 

Si 5  I  send  the  joys  of  earth  away 60 

117  1  sing  of  God — the  world  he  made 36 

1  iS  I  sing  th'  almighty  power  of  God 26 

631  I  stand  on  Zion's  mount 374 

1078  I  thank  the  goodness  and  the  grace. . .  159 

708  I  thirst,  but  not  as  once  I  did 405 

314  I  thought  upon  my  sins,  and  I  was  sad  227 
439  I've  found  the  pearl  of  greatest  price..     95 

&51  I  waited  patient  for  the  Lord 132 

551  I  was  a  wandering  sheep 194 

640  I  will  love  thee,  all  my  treasure 392 

640  I  would  love  thee,  God  and  Father 218 

1176  I  would  not  live  alway ;  I  ask  not..  323,456 

696  I  would  not  wish  to  dwell  on  earth 318 

959  If  God  is  mine,  then  present  things 2?0 

1056  If  human  kindness  meets  return 316 

1171  If  I  must  die,  oh!  let  me  die 316 

753  If  Jesus  be  my  friend 161 

744  If  thou  impart  thyself  to  me 206 

773  If  through  unruffled  seas 223,  458 

135  In  all  my  vast  concerns  with  thee 274 

673  In  heavenly  love  abiding ISO 

972  In  holy  contemplation 378 

51  In  sleep's  serene  oblivion  laid 3S9 

317  In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory 173 

938  In  the  dark  and  cloudy  day 351 

665  In  vain  I  trace  creation  o'er 149 

1013  In  vain  we  lavish  out  our  lives 326 

305  In  vain  we  seek  for  peace  with  God. . . .  280 

1122  Indulgent  sovereign  of  the  skies 103 

429  Infinite  excellence  is  thine 94 

587  Is  there  ambition  in  my  heart  ? 175 

555  Is  this  the  kind  return  ? 236 

399  Israel's  Shepherd  1  guide  me,  feed  me.  234 

1178  It  is  not  death  to  die 314 

934  It  is  the  Lord  !  enthroned  in  light 333 

932  It  is  thy  hand,  my  God 236 


139 
145 
189 
156 
1231 
836 
610 
798 
910 
353 
582 
3S9 
561 
776 
371 
244 
31S 
432 
966 
774 
323 


Jehovah,  God  1  thy  gracious  power. ...  68 

Jehovah  reigns  ;  he  dwells  in  light. .. .  31 

Jehovah  reigns;  his  throne  is  high. ...  83 

Jehovah  reigns;  let  all  the  earth 70 

Jerusalem !  my  happy  home 97 

Jesus,  all-atoning  Lamb 67 

Jesus,  and  didst  thou  condescend 123 

Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  be 56 

Jesus,  cast  a  look  on  me ! 409 

Jesus  Christ  is  risen  to-day 166 

Jesus  demands  this  heart  of  mine. 168 

Jesus  exalted  far  on  high 228 

Jesus,  full  of  all  compassion 363 

Jesus,  full  of  truth  and  love 409 

Jesus,  hail !  enthroned  in  glory 213 

Jesus,  hail !  thou  great  I  am 100 

Jesus, — harmraious  name ! 62 

Jesus,  I  love  thy  charming  name 339 

Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken 172 

Jesus,  in  sickness  and  in  pain 842 

Jesus,  iu  thy  transporting  name. 210 


INDEX  OF  FIRST   LIXE3   OF   IIYAIXS. 


403 


WTMN  PAOK 

78L  Jesus,  in  whom  but  thee,  above 319 

403  Jesus,  Lover  of  my  soul 36S 

735  Jesus,  my  All,  to  heaven  is  gone 6  9 

1101  Jesus,  my  Lord,  how  rich  thy  grace  1. .  187 

765  Jesus,  our  fainting  spirits  cry 303 

370  Jesus,  our  Head,  once  crowned 120 

308  Jesus,  seek  thy  wandering  sheep 336 

11-9  Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 304 

396  Jesus,  Shepherd  of  the  sheep 202 

404  Jesus,  still  load  on 35') 

50  Jesus,  Sun  of  righteousness 269 

835  Jesus,  take  me  for  thine  own 67 

4-16  Jesus,  the  Christ  of  God 113 

727  Jesus,  the  sinner's  Friend,  to  thee 240 

6S7  Jesus,  the  very  thought  of  thee 120 

63)  Jesus,  these  eyes  have  never  seen 3CS 

3S5  Jesus,  thou  everlasting  King ! 93 

685  Jesus,  thou  Joy  of  loving  hearts ! 1S5 

10^5  Jesus,  thou  Shepherd  of  the  sheep 71 

10)')  Jesus,  thy  blood  and  righteousness  ...  319 

694  Jesus,  thy  boundless  love  to  me 140 

42  Jesus,  where'er  thy  people  meet 292 

405  Jesus,  while  this  rough  desert  soil. ...  184 

745  Jesus,  who  on  Calv'ry's  mountain 363 

841  Jesus,  who  upon  the  tree 499 

716  Jesus,  whom  angel  hosts  adore 93 

440  Join  all  the  glorious  names 25 

277  Joy  to  the  world !   the  Lord  is  come  I . .  209 

1097  Joyful  be  the  hours  to-day 163 

193  Just  are  thy  ways,  and  true  thy  word. .  168 
559  Just  us  I  am,  without  one  plea 352 

235  Keep  silence,  all  created  things 302 

88  Keep  us,  Lord,  oh,  keep  us  ever ! 204 

84  Kindred  in  Christ,  for  his  dear  sake. . .  3S3 
187  Kingdoms  and  thrones  to  G-od  belong. .  70 
937  Know,  my  soul,  thy  full  6alvation 84 

1049  Lamb  of  God,  whose  bleeding  love 361 

107  Let  all  the  earth  their  voices  raise S3 

177  Let  all  the  just  to  God  with  joy 73 

40  Let  all  the  lands,  with  shouts  of  joy. . .     26 

1090  Let  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds.. .  125 

1144  Let  every  heart  rejoice  and  sing 25S 

598  Let  every  mortal  ear  attend 384 

467  Let  glory  be  to  God  on  high 123 

735  Let  me  be  with  thee  where  thou  art. . .  134 

836  Let  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  say 24S 

838  Let  me  dwell  on  Golgotha 261 

907  Let  not  your  heart  be  faint 252 

1165  Let  others  boast  how  strong  they  be. . .  316 

839  Let  saints  below  in  concert  sing 149 

817  Let  sinners  take  their  course 236 

1125  Let  the  seventh  angel  sound  on  high. . .  82 

478  Let  them  neglect  thy  glory,  Lord 281 

5S6  Let  thy  grace,  Lord,  make  me  lowly. . .  235 

345  Let  us  awake  our  joys 400 

228  Let  us  with  a  gladsome  mind 126 

1034  Let  Zion  and  her  sons  rejoice 72 

1061  Let  Zion's  watchmen  all  awake 3S1 

1201  Life  is  a  span — a  Meeting  hour 317 

501  Life  is  the  time  to  serve  the  i^ord 293 

256  Lift  up  to  God  the  voice  of  praise 200 

363  Lift  up  your  heads,  eternal  gates! 201 

364  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  gates  I  and  wide  65 
426  Light  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling. .  219 
990  Like  the  eagle,  upward,  onward 173 

1145  Like  Israel's  ho.<=r  to  o.xile  driven 204 


HYMN  S*AGB 

352  Like  sheep  we  went  aptray 98 

8  Lo,  God  is  here  ! — let  us  adore 1-10 

1286  Lolhecometh — countless  trumpets 200 

405  Lo  I  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land 2-13 

S77  Lo!  the  storms  of  life  are  breaking 259 

10J6  Lo  !  what  a  glorious  corner-stone 61 

1206  Lo!  what  a  glorious  sight  appears 2'.  7 

825  Long  as  I  live,  I  '11  bless  thy  name 45 

5S0  Long  have  I  sat  beneatli  the  sound 201 

049  Long  unaffiicted,  undismayed 377  < 

409  Lord,  am  I  precious  in  thy  sight? 103 

1094  Lord,  as  to  thy  dear  cross  wo  fiec 109 

611  Lord,  at  thy  feet  we  sinners  lie 251 

1053  Lord,  at  thy  table  I  behold 1S1 

7  '  >  Lord,  didst  thou  die — but  not  for  me  ?.  193 

S3  Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing 407 

44S  Lord  God,  the  Holy  Ghost ! 17  5 

234  Lord,  how  mysterious  are  thy  ways  ! . .  330 

509  Lord,  how  secure  my  conscience  was. .  329 

1000  Lord,  I  address  thy  heavenly  throne..  343 

10G7  Lord,  I  am  thine,  entirely  thine 135 

402  Lord,  I  am  vile — conceived  in  sin 341 

693  Lord,  I  approach,  the  mercy-seat 303 

1^53  Lord,  I  believe  a  rest  remains 267 

779  Lord,  I  believe;  thy  power  I  own 339 

437  Lord,  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice  223 

164  Lord,  I  will  bless  thee  all  my  days SS3 

43  Lord,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear. .     38 

9  Lord,  in  the  temples  of  thy  grace 33S 

763  Lord,  it  belongs  not  to  my  care 154 

789  Lord  Jesus,  are  we  one  with  thee  ? 103 

1100  Lord,  lead  the  way  the  Saviour  went. .  1S7 

1095  Lord,  may  our  sympathizing  breasts..  239 

237  Lord,  my  weak  thought 241 

639  Lord  of  earth,  thy  forming  hand 369 

443  Lord  of  mercy  and  of  might 351 

1253  Lord  of  the  Sabbath,  hear  our  vows. . .  276 

16  Lord  of  the  worlds  above Ill 

699  Lord,  should  my  path  through  suffering  197 

134  Lord,  thou  hast  searched  and  seen  me.  240 

554  Lord,  thou  hast  won  ;  at  length  I  yield.  343 

67  Lord,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray. .  353 

1012  Lord,  we  confess  our  numerous  faults.  328 

498  Lord,  what  a  thoughtless  wretch  was  I  344 

1229  Lord,  what  a  wretched  land  is  this 381 

658  Lord,  what  is  man  !  that  child  of  pride  175 

874  Lord,  what  off1 ring  shall  we  bring 369 

S39  Lord,  when  my  thoughts  delighted  rove  225 

1104  Lord,  when  thine  ancient  people  cried.     S2 

136  Lord,  where  shall  guilty  souls  retire.. .  307 

112  Loud  hallelujahs  to  the' Lord 65 

907  Love  divine,  all  love  excelling 102 

1202  Lowly  and  solemn  be S55 

323  Majestic  sweetness  sits  enthroned 105 

291  Many  woes  had  Christ  endured 1C3 

233  May  not  the  sovereign  Lord  on  high. . .  103 

91   May  the  grace  of  Christ  the  Saviour. . .  363 

S67  Meek  and  lowly,  pure  and  holy 363 

74  Millions  within  thy  courts  have  met 20 

775  Mine  eyes  and  my  desire 93 

704  More  hard  than  marble  is  my  heart 216 

360  Morning  breaks  upon  the  tomb 166 

891  Must  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone.      ....  153 

692  My  blessed  Saviour,  is  thy  love 332 

1 120  My  country,  't  is  of  thee 401 

1228  My  days  are  gliding  swiftly  by 263 

2S0  My  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord 184 


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S2S  My  dearest  Lord,  whose  changeless.. . 

722  My  faith  looks  up  to  thee 

1273  My  faith  shall  triumph  o'er  the  grave 

11(>0  My  few  revolving  years 

5(37  My  former  hopes  are  fled 

6  My  God,  accept  my  early  vows 

62  My  God,  how  endless  is  thy  love ! 

172  My  God,  how  wonderful  thou  art!. . . 
814  My  God,  is  any  hour  so  sweet 


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.  191 


1001  My  God,  my  Father,  hlissful  name  ! 

029  My  God,  my  Father,  while  I  stray 322 

705  My  God,  my  God,  to  thee  I  cry 12S 

824  My  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praise.     S3 

645  My  God,  my  Life,  my  Love 33 1 

643  My  God,  my  Portion,  and  my  Love. ...     60 

625  My  God,  my  prayer  attend 287 

616  My  God — oh  !  could  I  make  the  claim.  175 

811  My  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 293 

931  My  God,  the  cov'nant  of  thy  love 333 

C84  My  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys. 93 

832  My  gracious  Lord,  I  own  thy  right 1C4 

636  My  Jesus,  as  thou  wilt 2(34 

£03  My  Maker,  and  my  King 1C0 

777  My  only  Saviour !  when  I  feel 4  '4 

437  My  precious  Lord,  for  thy  dear  name..  292 

1277  My  Saviour,  can  it  ever  be 205 

564  My  Saviour,  how  shall  I  proclaim 2:5 

609  My  Saviour,  let  me  hear  thy  voice 54 

324  My  Saviour,  my  almighty  Friend ! 104 

950  My  sky  was  once  noon-bright 261 

636  My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard 107 

983  My  soul  before  thee  prostrate  lies 292 

663  My  soul  doth  long  for  thee 265 

569  My  soul,  go  boldly  forth 243 

160  My  soul,  inspired  with  sacred  love 49 

535  My  soul,  it  is  thy  God 330 

161  My  soul,  repeat  his  praise 330 

892  Mv  soul,  weigh  not  thy  life 374 

955  My  spirit  looks  to  God  alone 213 

762  My  spirit  on  thy  care 331 

768  My  suff' rings  all  to  thee  are  known 134 

751  My  thoughts  surmount  these  lower. . . .  171 
656  My  times  are  in  thy  hand 298 

935  Naked  as  from  the  earth  we  came ?»S0 

296  Near  the  cross  our  station  taking 393 

9S9  Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee 244 

669  No  change  of  time  shall  ever  shock 77 

724  No  more,  my  God,  I  boast  no  more 213 

847  No,  never  shall  my  heart  despond 143 

1177  No,  no,  it  is  not  dying 1S3 

1257  Nor  eye  hath  seen,  nor  ear  hath  heard.  267 

299  Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts 130 

552  Not  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth. . . .  182 

1141  Not  for  the  summer  hour  alone 411 

1097  Not  only  when  ascends  the  song 326 

275  Not  to  condemn  the  sons  of  men 91 

803  Not  to  the  mount  that  burned  with 204 

690  Not  with  our  mortal  eyes 130 

252  Now  be  my  heart  inspired  to  sing 92 

261  Now  begin  the  heavenly  theme 28 

351  Now  for  a  tune  of  lofty  praise 60 

430  Now,  in  a  song  of  grateful  praise 56 

516  Now  is  th1  accepted  time 272 

346  Now  joyful  strains  we  lift  on  high 27 

1242  Now  let  our  souls  on  wings  sublime. . .     93 

93  Now  may  he,  who  from  the  dead 387 

94  Now  may  the  God  of  peace  and  love. . .  oSO 


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90  Now  may  the  Lord,  our  Shepherd,  lead  8  ! 

i  1043  Now,  my  soul,  thy  voice  upraising...,  400 

'     475  Now,  O  God,  thine  own  I  am 137 

917  Now,  O  my  God,  thou  hast  my  soul...  217 

550  Now  shall  my  solemn  vows  be  paid 365 

!     165  Now  to  the  Lord  a  noble  song 75 

!     325  Now  to  the  Lord,  who  makes  us  know.  87 

|  1008  Now  to  the  power  of  God  supreme 249 

I 

257  O  all  ye  lands,  rejoice  in  God! 296 

893  Oh,  arm  me  with  the  mind 334 

224  Oh,  bless,  the  Lord,  my  soul !  His 32 

223  Oh,  bless  the  Lord  my  soul !  Let  all. . .  32 

849  Oh  blessed  God !  to  thee  I  raise 3S9 

1051  O  Bread  to  pilgrims  given 208 

526  Oh,  cease,  my  wandering  soul 340 

307  O  Christ,  our  ever  blessed  Lord 120 

336  O  Christ,  our  King,  Creator,  Lord!...  115 

1022  O  Christ,  the  Leader  of  that  war-worn.  393 
46  O  Christ,  with  each  returning  morn. . .  115 

83  Oh,  come,  loud  anthems  let  us  sing 70 

707  Oh,  could  I  find,  from  day  to  day 339 

433  Oh,  could  I  6peak  the  matchless'worth    37 

1265  Oh,  could  our  thoughts  and  wishes  fly.  267 

948  Oh,  deem  not  they  are  blest  alone 277 

544  Oh,  do  not  let  the  word  depart 164 

444  O  everlasting  Light! 160 

782  O  eyes  that  are  weary,  and  hearts 270 

894  O  faint  and  feeble-hearted 208 

627  Oh  for  a  closer  walk  with  God 190 

75S  Oh  for  a  faith  that  will  not  shrink 3S4 

577  Oh  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God    338 

635  Oh  for  a  principle  within 364 

153  Oh  for  a  shout  of  joy 62 

373  Oh  for  a  shout  of  sacred  joy 27 

1253  Oh  for  a  sweet,  inspiring  ray 231 

247  Oh  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  Bing 173 

754  Oh  for  an  overcoming  faith 125 

576  Oh  for  that  tenderness  of  heart 250 

1211  Oh  for  the  death  of  those 177 

240  Oh  gift  of  gifts !  oh,  grace  of  faith  ! 142 

1115  O  God,  beneath  thy  guiding  hand 31 

52  O  God,  my  heart  is  fully  bent 19 

199  O  God,  my  Refuge,  hear  my  cries 76 

634  O  God,  my  Strength,  my  Hope 298 

216  O  God  of  Bethel,  by  whose  hand 359 

17  O  God  of  hosts,  the  mighty  Lord ! 03 

652  O  God,  thou  art  my  God  alone 1S5 

1103  O  gracious  Lord,  whose  mercies  rise. . .  133 
30  Oh  hallowed  is  the  land,  and  blest 53 

1065  Oh,  happy  day,  that  fixed  my  choice.. .  165 
958  Oh,  happy  is  the  man  who  hears 296 

1079  Oh,  happy  land!  oh,  happy  land  !... .  159 
974  Oh,  happy  soul,  that  lives  on  high 333 

770  Oh,  help  us,  Lord  i— each  hour  of  need,  232 
97  O  holy,  holy  Lord 41 

771  O  holy  Saviour,  Friend  unseen 353 

486  Oh,  how  I  love  thy  holy  law ! 19 

583  Oh,  if  my  soul  were  formed  for  woe. . .  175 

1106  Oh,  if  thy  brow,  serene  and  calm 215 

809  O  Jesus  !  King  most  wonderful 121 

706  O  Jesus  !  thou  the  beauty  art 121 

679  Oh,  let  him  whose  sorrow 285 

463  O  Lord,  and  shall  our  fainting  souls. . .  135 

140  O  Lord,  how  full  of  sweet  content 383 

259  O  Lord,  how  infinite  thy  love  ! 44 

733  O  Lord,  how  vile  am  1 237 

651  O  Lord,  1  would  delight  iu  thee 2^3 


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927  O  Lord,  my  best  desire  fulfill 332 

920  O  Lord,  our  carnal  mind  control 10') 

1116  O  Lord,  our  fathers  oft  have  told 45 

112S  O  Lord,  our  God,  arise 51 

111  O  Lord,  our  heavenly  King 383 

2S7  O  Lord,  our  Lord,  how  wondrous  great  17!) 
822  O  Lord,  thy  heavenly  grace  impart. . . .  225 
326  O  Lord,  thy  love 's  unbounded ! 357 

1147  O  Lord,  thy  work  revive 273 

294  O  Lord,  when  we  the  path  retrace 302 

703  O  Love  divine,  how  sweet  thou  art ! . . .  36 
502  O  Love  divine,  what  hast  thou  done!. .  216 

792  Oh,  moan  may  seem  this  house  of  clay.  109 

719  Oh,  not  mv  own,  these  verdant  hills. . .  313 
10  »8  Oh,  not  to' fill  the  mouth  of  fame 339 

107  On,  praise  the  Lord,  for  he  is  good 19 

181  Oh,  render  thanks  to  God  above 86 

29  I  O  sacred  Head,  now  wounded ! 356 

1093  O  Saviour,  whom  this  holy  mora 399 

91 2  Oh,  see  how  Jesus  trusts  himself 207 

367  Oh,  show  me  not  my  S.iviour  dying 226 

434  Oh,  speak  of  Jesus!  other  names 140 

621  O,  sp  -ak  that  gracious  word  again 343 

903  Oh,  speed  thee,  Christian,  on  thy  way.  15S 
837  Oh,  sweetly  breathe  the  lyres  above. . .  164 

793  O  that  I  could  for  ever  dwell 324 

655  Oh  that  I  knew  the  secret  place 343 

581  Oh  that  my  load  of  6in  were  gone ! 213 

914  Oh  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways  265 

1133  Oh  that  the  Lord's  salvation 395 

348  Oh,  the  sweet  wonders  of  that  cross. ..  163 

623  Oh,  these  eyes,  how  dark  and  blind!..  261 

720  O  thou  best  gift  of  heaven  ! S54 

939  O  thou,  from  whom  all  goodness  flows.  320 

624  O  thou  God  who  hearest  prayer 246 

73  O  thou  that  hearest  prayer. .". 278 

595  O  thou  that  hear'st  when  sinners  cry. .  345 

593  O  thou  that  wouldst  not  have 236 

373  O  thou,  the  contrite  sinner's  Friend. . .  352 
170  O  thou,  to  whom  all  creatures  bow. ...  44 
402  O  thou,  to  whose  all-searching  sight. . .  102 
334  O  thou,  who  art  enrobed  with  light. ...     54 

829  O  thou  who  hast  at  thy  command 134 

260  O  thou  who  hast  redeemed  of  old 348 

725  O  thou  who  hear'st  the  prayer  of  faith.  349 
943  O  thou  whose  mercy  guides  my  way. . .  155 
1073  O  thou  whose  own  vast  temple  stands. .     45 

620  O  thou  whose  tender  mercy  hears 251 

598  Oh,  turn,  great  Ruler  of  the  skies 337 

23  Oh,  't  was  a  joyful  sound  to  hear 142 

1038  Oh,  where  are  kings  and  empires  now.  346 
279  Oh,  where  is  he  that  trod  the  sea ?. . . .  132 
628  Oh,  where  is  now  that  glowing  love. . . .  230 

4^6  Oh,  where  shall  rest  be  found 340 

653  Oh,  who  is  like  the  Mighty  One 179 

222  Oh,  why  despond  in  life's  dark  vale. . .  370 

1046  Oh,  wondrous  is  thy  mercy,  Lord ! 411 

115  Oh,  worship  the  King,  all-glorious 58 

1127  O'er  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness 209 

896  Oft  in  sorrow,  oft  in  woe 283 

427  On  earth  was  darkness  spread 242 

1234  On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand 296 

1031  On  the  mountain's  top  appearing 209 

1117  On  thee,  O  Lord  our  God,  we  call 103 

632  Once  I  thought  my  mountain  6trong. . .  246 

972  One  sole  baptismal  sign 199 

1169  One  sweetly  solemn  thought 314 

433  One  there  is,  above  all  others 192 

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IIYMV  PAGB 

1040  Onward  speed  thy  conquering  flight...  402 
743  Oppressed  with  noon-day's  scorching. .   342 

773  Oppressed  with  sin  and  woe 237 

466  Our  blest  Redeemer,  ere  he  breathwd..  156 

1  Our  Father,  God,  who  art  in  heaven,..  353 
3  Our  Father  in  heaven 323 

146  Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  past 290 

638  Our  hearts,  O  Lord,  with  grief  are  rent  232 
786  Our  heavenly  Father  calls 253 

2  Our  heavenly  Father,  hear 176 

1151  Our  helper,  God,  we  bless  thy  name. ..     43 

362  Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead 64 

1251  Our  sins,  alas !  how  strong  they  are!..  347 

600  Out  of  the  deeps  of  long  distress 250 

539  Out  of  the  depths  of  woe 286 

92  Peace  be  to  this  sacred  dwelling 172 

511  Peace,  troubled  soul,  whose  plaintive.123,454 

1069  People  of  the  living  God 337 

711  Pity,  Lord,  the  child  of  clay 247 

794  Planted  in  Christ,  the  living  vine 155 

372  Plead  thou,  oh,  plead  my  cause ! 242 

262  Plunged  :n  a  gulf  of  dark  despair 200 

1058  Pour  out  thy  Spirit  from  on  high 71 

179  Praise,  everlasting  praise,  be  paid 65 

105  Praise,  oh,  praise  the  Name  divine ! . . .  150 
1143  Praise  on  thee,  in  Zion's  gates 167 

103  Praise  the  Lord,  his  glories  show 166 

1142  Praise  to  God,  immortal  praise 1'27 

106  Praise  to  God  oa  high  be  given ! 372 

99  Praise  to  thee,  thou  great  Creator !. ...     84 
39  Praise  ye  Jehovah' s  name 400 

1019  Praise  ye  the  Lord ;  exalt  his  name. ...  61 

111  Praise  ye  the  Lord ;  my  heart  shall  join  43 

469  Praises  to  him  who  built  the  hills 21 

856  Prayer  is  the  soul' s  sincere  desire 326 

1054  Prepare  us,  Lord,  to  view  thy  cross. . .  183 

903  Prince  of  Peace,  control  my  will 403 

560  Prostrate,  dear  Jesus,  at  thy  feet 174 

991  Purer  yet  and  purer 285 

909  Quiet,  Lord,  my  froward  heart 137 


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422 
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1271 
590 
203 
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512 
289 
393 
1238 
1246 
721 
1137 


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1016 

63 
7'  14 
400 
578 
787 


Raise  your  triumphant  songs 106 

Rejected  and  despised  of  men 174 

Rejoice  t  the  Lord  is  king 63 

Rejoice!  ye  saints,  rejoice  and  praise. .  56 

Remember  thy  Creator  now 1S3 

Rest  for  the  toiling  hand 315 

Return,  my  roving  heart,  return 404 

Return,  my  soul,  and  sweetly  rest 324 

Return  my  soul,  unto  thy  rest 212 

Return,  O  wanderer,  now  return 364 

Ride  on,  ride  on  in  majesty  ! 146 

Rise,  crowned  with  light;  great  Salem.  57 

Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings. .  361 

Rise,  O  my  soul,  pursue  the  path 346 

Rock  of  ages !  cleft  for  me 101 

Roll  on,  thou  mighty  ocean ! 373 

Safely  through  another  week 136 

Saints  for  whom  the  Saviour  bled 402 

Salvation  !  oh,  the  joyful  sound  ! 35 

Saviour,  breathe  an  evening  blessing. .  234 

Saviour,  happy  would  I  be 101 

Saviour,  like  a  shepherd  lead  us 407 

Saviour,  Prince,  enthroned  above 360 

Saviour,  to  me  thyself  reveal 206 


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INDEX   OF   FIKST   LINES    OF   HYMNS. 


HYMN-  PAGE 

1093  Saviour,  what  gracious  -words 335 

749  Saviour,  when  in  dust  to  thee 247 

7S3  See  a  poor  sinner,  dearest  Lord 212 

111S  See,  gracious  God,  before  thy  throne..  233 
235  See  how  he  loved!  exclaimed  the  Jews.  114 

1045  See  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stand 411 

1081   See  the  kind  Shepherd,  Jesus,  stands..  398 

1027  See  what  a  living  stone 50 

1207  Servant  of  God,  well  done  ! 314 

343  Shall  hymns  of  grateful  love 40 

1166  Shall  the  vile  race  of  flesh  and  blood. . .  255 
915  Shall  we  go  on  to  sin 272 

1034  Shepherd  of  tender  youth 354 

397  Shepherd  of  the  ransomed  flock 203 

1222  Shepherd  of  thine  Israel !  lead  us 407 

594  Show  pity,  Lord !  O  Lord,  forgive 345 

242  Since  all  the  varying  scenes  of  time 191 

407  Sing  of  Jesus,  siug  for  ever 301 

1035  Sing  to  the  Lord  in  joyful  strains 113 

38  Sing  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name 72 

971  Sing,  ye  redeemed  of  the  Lord 113 

543  Sinners,  the  voice  of  God  regard 320 

539  Sinners,  turn ;  why  will  ye  die? 260 

517  Sinners, will  you  scorn  the  message 295 

1209  Sister,  thou  wast  mild  and  lovely 310 

891  Sleep  not,  soldier  of  the  Cross ! 283 

923  So  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 293 

76  Softly  fades  the  twilight  ray 202 

898  Soldiers  of  Christ !  arise 375 

741  Son  of  God,  to  thee  I  cry 247 

25  Songs  of  praise  the  angels  sang 282 

382  Sons  of  Zion,  raise  your  songs ! 166 

674  Soon  as  I  heard  my  Father  say 55 

1121  Soon  may  the  last  glad  song  arise 305 

796  Soon— soon  and  for  ever 263 

1138  Sound,  sound  the  truth  abroad 400 

965  Source  and  Giver  of  repose 203 

1124  Sovereign  of  worlds !  display  thy  power  377 

592  Sovereign  Ruler,  Lord  of  all ! 403 

657  Sovereign  Ruler  of  the  skies 63 

831  Sow  in  the  morn  thy  seed 367 

447  Spirit  Divine !  attend  our  prayer 143 

862  Spirit  of  peace,  celestial  Dove ! 207 

464  Spirit  of  power  and  might !  behold 346 

449  Spirit  of  truth  !  on  this  thy  day 206 

113  Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord 107 

889  Stand  up,  my  soul,  shake  off  thy  fears.  74 
902  Stand  up !— stand  up  for  Jesus ! 394 

1103  Star  of  peace,  to  wanderers  weary 263 

451  Stay,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay ! 344 

85  Stealing  from  the  -world  away 387 

1244  Still  one  in  life  and  one  in  death 324 

622  Still  wilt  thou,  Lord,  be  found  ? 341 

784  Still  with  thee,  O  my  God 222 

1172  Stoop  down,  my  thoughts 306 

742  Suff 'ring  Son  of  Man,  be  near  me 362 

63  Sun  of  my  soul !  thou  Saviour  dear 42 

992  Supreme  in  wisdom  as  in  power 3S4 

459  Sure  the  blest  Comforter  is  nigh 184 

75  Sweet  is  the  light  of  Sabbath  eve 2S9 

147  Sweet  is  the  mem'ry  of  thy  grace 69 

1193  Sweet  is  the  scene  when  Christians  die.  308 

1 1  Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King. .     20 

12  Sweet  is  the  work,  O  Lord 22 

975  Sweet  peace  of  conscience 231 

295  Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing. . .  234 

24  Sweet  the  time,  exceeding  sweet! 3S7 

617  Sweet  was  the  time  when  first  I  felt ...  329 


HYMN  PAGB 

442  Sweeter  sounds  than  music  knows 203 

1114  Swell  the  anthem,  raise  the  song 391 

570  Take  my  heart,  O  Father,  take  it! 235 

1184  Tarry  with  me,  O  my  Saviour ! 235 

876  Teach  me,  my  God  and  King 334 

1163  Teach  me  the  measure  of  my  days 129 

231  Thank  and  praise  Jehovah's  name 126 

1278  That  awful  dav  will  surely  come 291 

1283  That  day  of  wrath  !  that  dreadful  day    254 

1251  That  great  day  of  wrath  and  terror. ...  362 
962  That  man  is  blest  who  stands  in  awe. . .  3(J5 

1174  That  solemn  hour  will  come  for  me 321 

376  Th'  atoning  work  is  done 63 

417  The  billows  swell,  the  winds  are  high. .  304 

1270  The  Church  has  waited  long 195 

365  Th'  eternal  gates  lift  up  their  heads. . .  124 

56  The  festal  morn,  my  God,  has  come. . .  36 

116  The  God  of  Abrah'in  praise 59 

1155  The  God  of  harvest  praise 401 

95  The  God  of  peace,  who  from  the  dead..  1S2 

341  The  goodly  land  I  see 59 

357  The  happy  morn  is  come 110 

479  The  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord. .  91 
743  The  holy,  meek,  unspotted  Lamb 168 

1156  The  hour  of  my  departure's  come 254 

1252  The  last  loud  trumpet's  wondrous  sound    89 

124  The  Lord  descended  from  above 80 

494  The  Lord,  from  his  celestial  throne 389 

218  The  Lord  himself,  the  mighty  Lord. . .  371 
163  The  Lord  !  how  wondrous  are  his  ways !  43 
191  The  Lord  is  great  I  ye  hosts  of  heaven.     78 

125  The  Lord  is  King  !  lift  up  thy  voice. . .     57 

355  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed 374 

121  The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns,  And  royal..  46 
18S  The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns,  His  throne. .     41 

219  The  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare 309 

217  The  Lord  my  Shepherd  is 160 

20  The  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light 33 

130  The  Lord  our  God  is  full  of  might 76 

131  The  Lord  our  God  is  Lord  of  all 76 

1267  The  Lord  shall  come !  the  earth 146 

220  The  Lord's  my  shepherd,  I '11  not  want.  313 
133  The  Lord,  the  God  of  glory,  reigns. . . .  86 
210  The  mercies  of  my  God  and  King 94 

1157  The  moment  comes,  when  strength... .  255 

1203  The  pangs  of  death  are  near 279 

1225  The  peopb  of  the  Lord 131 

162  The  pity  of  the  Lord 176 

1036  The  praise  of  Zion  waits  for  thee 61 

840  The  promise  of  my  Father's  love 410 

176  The  promises  I  Bing 133 

283  The  Saviour  '.—what  a  noble  flame 371 

119  The  spacious  firmament  on  high 90,  453 

506  The  Spirit,  in  our  hearts 118 

863  The  Spirit,  like  a  peaceful  dove 134 

4S0  The  starry  firmament  on  high 92 

521  The  voice  of  free  grace  cries 152 

999  The  whole  creation  groans  and  waits. . .  346 

96  Thee  we  adore,  eternal  Lord ! 30 

1157  Thee  Ave  adore  !  eternal  name ! 233 

823  Thee  will  I  love,  my  Strength 205 

20&  Thee  will  I  love,  O  God,  and  own 53 

672  Their  hearts  shall  not  be  moved 110 

1198  There  is  a  calm  for  those  who  weep 322 

294  There  is  a  dear  and  hallowed  spot 143 

3<)0  There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood. . .  96 

301  There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood. . .  96 


INDEX  OP  FIRST  LINES   OF   HYMNS 


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HYMtf  PACK 

1083  There  is  a  glorious 'world  of  light 399 

1259  There  is  n  happy  land 245 

1 191  There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight ....   116 

1082  There  is  a  little  lonely  fold Si3 

963  There  is  a  safe  and  secret  place 133 

S52  There  is  an  eye  that  never  sleeps 105 

1255  There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest 55 

309  There  is  none  other  name  than  thine. .  141 

573  There  was  joy  in  heaven ! 350 

1241  These  are  the  crowns  that  we  shall  wear  97 
1254  Thine  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love  276 

905  Think  gently  of  the  erring  one 221 

1272  Think,  mighty  God,  on  feeble  man 89 

1226  This  is  not  my  place  of  resting 173 

23  This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made. . .     34 

1215  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave 153 

413  Thou  art  my  hiding  place,  O  Lord 290 

8  26  Thou  art  my  portion,  O  my  God 229 

MS  Thou  art,  O  Christ,  the  Way. 273 

1152  Thou  art,  O  God,  the  life  and  light 205 

335  Thou  art  the  everlasting  Son 123 

445  Thou  art  the  way ;  to  thee  alone 3S 

333  Thou  dear  Redeemer,  dying  Lamb. ...  54 
662  Thou  hidden  Loveof  God,  whose  height  217 
253  Thou  hidden  Source  of  calm  repose....  217 

1279  Thou  Judge  of  quick  and  dead 299 

607  Thou  Lord  of  all  above 293 

1173  Thou  roust  go  forth  alone,  my  soul ! . . .  321 

409  Thou,  O  Christ,  art  all  I  want 363 

666  Thou,  O  Lord,  wilt  never  leave  me 406 

411  Thou  only  Sovereign  of  my  heart 196 

615  Thou  Prince  of  Glory,  slain  for  me 240 

72  Thou  seest  my  feebleness 340 

605  Thou  that  didst  hang  upon  the  tree 115 

793  Thou  to  our  woe  who  down  didst  come  109 

769  Thou  very  present  aid 161 

737  Thou  who  didst  stoop  below 263 

227  Thou  who  dwell" st  enthroned  above.. .     23 

476  Thou  whose  almighty  word 145 

932  Though  faint,  yet  pursuing,  we  go  on..  271 
1179  Though  I  walk  the  downward  shade...  369 
1037  Though  now  the  nations  sit  beneath. . .     61 

683  Though  waves  and  storms  go  o'er 204 

230  Through  all  the  changing  scenes 178 

143  Through  endless  years  thou  art  the  same   76 

144  Through  every  age,  eternal  God 337 

1276  Through  sorrow's  night,  and  danger's.  313 

70  Through  the  day  thy  love  has  spared  us  392 
973  Through  the  love  of  God  our  Saviour.  157 

71  Thus  far  the  Lord  hath  led  me  on 43 

1010  Thy  Father's  house  I  thine  own 3°5 

1110  Thy  footsteps,  Lord,  with  joy  we  trace    83 

148  Thy  goodness,  Lord,  our  souls  confess.  7> 
911  Thy  home  is  with  the  humble,  Lord  !..  207 

1151  Thy  mighty  working,  mighty  God !.. .     37 

102  Thy  name,  almighty  Lord 33 

928  Thy  way,  not  mine,  O  Lord 265 

186  Thy  way,  O  Lord,  is  in  the  sea 35J 

1004  Thy  works,  not  mine,  O  Christ ! 139 

1167  Time  is  winging  us  away 361 

756  'T  is  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come 248 

1150  'T  is  by  thy  strength  the  mountains. . .  125 
298  '"Tis  finished!"— so  the  Saviour  cried  2.4 
292  "T  is  midnight,  and,  on  Olive's  brow. . .  224 

239  '  T  is  not  that  I  did  choose  thee 203 

304  'Tis  past— the  dark  and  dreary  night. .   333 

320  To  Calv'ry,  Lord,  in  spirit  now 302 

515  To-day  th«  Saviour  calls 310 


nYM?*  VAC.fi 

468  To  God  be  glory,  peace  on  earth 81 

954  To  God  I  made  my  sorrows  known 320 

229  To  God,  the  mighty  Lord 199 

246  To  God,  the  only  wise 33 

232  To  heaven  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes 333 

245  To  him  who  loved  the  souls  of  men 81 

11S3  To  Jesus,  the  crown  of  my  hope IS' 

3-'7  To  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name 34 

401  To  praise  our  Shepherd' s  care 23 

330  To  thee,  my  God,  my  Saviour 379 

395  To  thee,  my  Shepherd,  and  my  Lord. .  143 
812  To  thee,  O  God,  my  prayer  ascends 109 

|    206  To  thy  pastures  fair  and  large 202 

81  To  thy  temple  I  repair 28 

267  To  us  a  Child  of  hope  is  born 201 

614  Trembling,  before  thine  aw-ful  throne. .   165 

j    3S3  Triumphant,  Christ  ascends  on  high. . .     P4 

1024  Triumphant  Zion  I  lift  thy  head 56 

993  Try  us,  O  God,  and  search  the  ground.  1S6 
597  Turn  not  thy  face  away,  O  Lord! 323 

SS3  Unshakenas  the  sacred  hill £11 

37  Unto  the  Lord,  unto  the  Lord 63 

1200  Unvail  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb. 292 

810  Up  to  the  fields  where  angels  lie. 3S9 

195  Up  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes  There.  63 
225  Up  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes.     Th' . .     91 

174  Up  to  the  Lord,  who  reigns  on  high. . .  SS9 
194  Upward  I  lift  mine  eyes. 138 

659  Vainly!  through  night's  weary  hours..  235 
1189  Vital  spark  of  heavenly  flame  ! 412 

241  Wait,  O  my  soul,  thy  Maker's  will ! . . .  103 

1130  Wake  the  song  of  Jubilee! 167 

924  Walk  in  the  light!  so  shalt  thou  know.  39 
276  Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night 391,  457 

1064  We  bid  thee  welcome  in  the  name 169 

361  We  did  not  see  thee  lifted  high 123 

1227  We  go  with  the  redeemed  to  taste. 377 

1140  We  join  to  pray,  with  wishes  kind 411 

49  We  lift  our  hearts  to  thee 23 

406  We'll  sing  the  power  of  him  who  died.  105 

1043  We  long  to  move  and  breathe  in  thee. .  410 
641  We  love  thee,  Lord,  because  when  we.  133 
919  We  praise  and  bless  thee,  gracious  Lord  266 
319  We  sing  the  praise  of  him  who  died. . .  93 
243  We  sing  to  thee,  thou  Son  of  God 173 

1261  We  speak  of  the  realms  of  the  blest. . .  1S9 
805  We  tread  the  path  our  Master  trod 153 

1223  We '  ve  no  abiding  city  here 305 

631  Weary  of  wandering  from  my  God. . . .  216 

534  Weary  sinner,  keep  thine  eyes 163 

753  Weary  with  sin,  I  lift  mine  eyes 141 

54  Welcome,  delightful  morn 24 

53  Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest 22 

930  Welcome  to  me  the  darkest  night 71 

1248  What  are  these  in  bright  array  ? 2S2 

9G0  What  cheering  words  are  these  ? 194 

843  What  equal  honors  shall  we  bring 376 

1^5  What  finite  power,  with  ceaseless  toil..  336 
2S2  What  grace,  O  Lord,  and  beauty  shone  103 

175  "\\  hat  secret  place,  what  distant  star...     31 

820  What  shall  I  render  to  my  God 233 

816  What  sinners  value,  I  resign 283 

951  What  though  no  flowers  the  fig-tree. . .  221 

853  What  various  hindrances  we  meet 243 

211  When  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God..,,.  37* 


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INDEX   OF  FIRST  LINES  OF  HYMNS. 


HTMX  PAGE 

410  When  along  life's  thorny  road 363 

41  When,  as  returns  thi3  solemn  day 274 

1 1S5  When  hen  ding  o'er  the  brink  of  life. . .  321 

732  When  blest  with  that  transporting  view  206 
31S0  When  blooming  youth  is  6natched  away  317 
1153  Whea  brighter  suns  and  milder  skies. .  15) 

730  When  darkness  long  has  vailed 197 

1107  When  downward  to  the  darksome  tomb  321 
766  When  earthly  comforts  die 237 

1181  When  from  my  sight  all  fades  away. . .  147 
412  When  gathering  clouds  around  I  view.  £09 
1G9  When  God  revealed  his  gracious  name.  214 

1260  When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 215 

937  When  I  can  trust  my  all  with  God 257 

772  When  I  listen  to  thy  word 2C5 

316  When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 293 

1072  When  in  these  courts  we  seek  thy  face.  376 

1113  When  Israel,  of  the  Lord  beloved 71 

969  When  languor  and  disease  invade 17L 

428  When  marshaled  on  the  nightly  plain..  122 

1239  When  musing  sorrow  weeps  the  past..  239 

5S8  When,  my  Saviour,  shall  I  be 67 

693  When  on  Sinai's  top  I  see 300 

423  When  our  heads  arebowed  with  woe. .  S51 
197  When,  overwhelmed  with  grief 293 

1280  When,  rising  from  the  bed  of  death 291 

1131  When  shall  the  voice  of  singing 181 

633  When  silent  steal  across  my  soul 254 

750  When  sins  and  fears  prevailing  rise. . .  141 
47  When  streaming  from  the  eastern  skies  309 

1175  When  the  spark  of  life  is  waning 157 

714  When  this  passing  world  is  done 373 

603  When  thou  my  righteous  Judge 349 

11 09  When  through  the  torn  sail 153 

546  When  thy  mortal  life  is  fled 260 

8S8  When  waves  of  sorrow  round  me  swell  186 

1020  When  we  our  wearied  limbs  to  rest....  405 
8S7  Whence  do  our  mournful  thoughts ....  77 
855  Where  high  the  heavenly  temple  stands  319 
375  Where  is  my  God? — does  be  retire. . . .  230 
942  Where  is  my  Saviour  now 279 

733  Where  shall  I  look  for  holy  calm 134 

122  Where'er,  through  all  his  works 274 

726  Wherewith,  O  God,  shall  I  draw  near.  196 
673  While  foes  are  strong,  and  danger  near  185 
830  While  in  the  hours  of  blooming  youth,  141 
497  While  life  prolongs  its  precious  light. .  213 
403  While  my  Redeemer  's  near 252 

1107  While  o'er  the  deep  thy  servants  sail..  231 

268  While  shepherds  watched  their  flocks.  112 

4  While  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power.370.452 

1063  While  to  thy  table  I  repair 169 

1159  While  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun. 390,456 

664  Whither,  oh,  whither  should  I  fly 1S5 

571  Who  can  describe  the  joys  that  rise. . .  243 

923  Who,  O  Lord,  when  life  is  o'er 151 

921  Who  shall  ascend  thy  heavenly  place . .  277 


Hvmv  v.\or. 

1005  Who  shall  the  Lord's  elect  condemn?..  249 

795  Who,  when  beneath  affliction's  rod 155 

976  Who — who  can  part  our  ransomed 215 

642  Whom  have  we,  Lord,  in  heaven 281 

1210  Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends. .  312 
739  Why  droops  my  soul,  with  grief. 2Q8 

629  Why  is  my  heart  so  far  from  thee 281 

1041  Why,  on  the  bending  willows  hung 325 

3G6  Why  search  ye  in  the  narrow  tomb 124 

414  Why  should  I  fear  the  darkest  hour. . .  204 
946  Why  should  I  murmur  or  repine 276 

1217  Why  should  our  tpars  in  sorrow  flow..  365 
455  Why  should  the  children  of  a  King. ...  364 

1194  Why  should  we  start  and  fear  to  die?.  308 

1215  Why  should  we  weep  for  those 3?4 

540  Why  will  ye  waste  on  trifling  cares 336 

1262  Will  that  not  joyful  be 284 

956  With  all  my  powers  of  heart  and  tongue  75 
6ii6  With  broken  heart  and  contrite  sigh.. .  254 

1C63  With  heavenly  power,  O  Lord,  defend.     82 

18  With  joy  we  hail  the  sacred  day 38 

424  With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 214,  455 

865  With  love  the  Saviour's  heart 365 

1102  With  my  substance  I  will  honor 213 

32  With  one  consent,  let  all  the  earth 17 

132  With  reverence  let  the  saints  appear..     18 

1149  With  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud..  112 

530  With  tearful  eyes  I  look  around 313 

579  With  tears  of  anguish  I  lament 250 

250  With  transport,  Lord,  our  souls 83 

1066  Witness,  ye  men  and  angels,  now 1S3 

322  Worlds  can  not  reach  the  mighty  price  1?4 

101  Worship,  honor,  glory,  blessing 172 

347  Worthy  the  Lamb  of  boundless  sway. .     82 

1136  Ye  Christian  heralds!  go  proclaim 305 

524  Ye  dying  sons  of  men 273 

702  Ye  earthly  vanities  1  depart 188 

436  Ye  glittering  toys  of  earth,  adieu  ! . . . .  142 

1190  Ye  golden  lamps  of  heaven,  farewell ! ..  32G 
126  Ye  hosts  of  heaven,  ye  mighty  ones. . .  19 
201  Ye  humble  souls,  approach  your  God. .  2i0 
359  Ye  humble  souls  that  seek  the  Lord. . .  128 

1219  Ye  mourning  saints,  whose  streaming..  312 

34  Ye  nations  round  the  earth,  rejoice 17 

329  Ye  saints,  your  music  bring 1C3 

349  Ye  servants  of  God 53 

1060  Ye  servants  of  the  Lord 3S3 

120  Ye  tribes  of  Adam,  join 25 

519  Ye  who  in  these  courts  are  found 100 

509  Ye  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor.. .  170 

421  Yes,  for  me,  for  me  he  careth 1 92 

205  Yes,  I  will  bless  thee,  O  my  God ! 220 

1139  Yes,  my  native  land  !  I  love  thee 406 

356  Yes,  the  Redeemer  rose 138 

630  Your  harps  ye  trembling  Baints 332 


SELECTIONS  FOR  CHANTING. 


Arise,  O  Lord 

As  the  hart  panteth, 
Because  thou  hast,  . 
Be  thou  exalted,  O,  . 
Blessed  be  the  Lord, 
Blessed  be  thou,  ... 
Blessed  is  the  man,  . 
Bless  the  Lord,  O,  . 
Glory  be  to  God,  . . 
Glory  be  to  the,  . . . 
God  be  merciful,  . . . 
God  is  our  refuge,  . 
Great  is  the  Lord,  . . 
Have  mercy  upon,  .. 
He  is  despised  and  . 
Holy,  holy,  holy,  . . 
How  amiable  are, 
How  beautiful  upon, 
I  love  the  Lord,  . . . 
I  was  glad  when,  . . . 
I  will  bless  the,  , . . 
I  will  extol  thee,  . . . 
I  will  lift  up  mine,  . . 
I  will  praise  thee,  . . 
I  will  sing  of  the,  . . 
Lord,  thou  hast,  ... 
Lord,  thou  hast  been, 
Make  a  joyful  noise, 
Not  unto  us,  0,    .... 


PAGE 

.Psalm  C  XXXII....  ^,440 
.      "      XLII,  XLIII.T422 

.      "      XCI,  9-16 431 

"      LVII 425 

.Luke  1,68-75 448 

IChr.  XXIX,  10-13...  446 

Psalm  1 416 

.      '•      CHI 435 

.  Gloria  in  Excelsis 450 

Gloria  Patri 450 

Psalm  LXVII 426 

"      XLVI 422 

"      XLVIII 423 

"      LI 424 

Isaiah  LIII 447 

Rev.     IV  and  V 443 

Psalm  LXXXIV 427 

Isaiah  LI  I,  7-9 447 

, Psalm  CXVI 437 

,      "      CXXII.. 439 

.      "      XXXIV 420 

,      "      CXLV 443 

,      "      CXXI 439 

,      "      CXXXVIIL...  442 
.      "      LXXXIX,  1-18  429 

.      "      LXXXV 42S 

.      "      XC 430 

.      "      C 434 

.      "      CXV 436 


O  come,  let  us,     .. . . 
O  God,  thou  art,    . . . 

O  Lord,  I  will,     

O  Lord,  our  Lord,  . 
O  Lord,  thou  hast,  . 
O  sing  unto  the.  . . . 
O  sing  unto  the  Lord, 
Oh,  give  thanks,  . . . 
Our  Father,  who,  . . 
Out  of  the  depths,  . . 
Praise  waiteth  for,  . 
Praise  ye  the  Lord,  . 
Praise  ye  the,  (from  . 
Praise  ye  the,  (in 
Praise  ye  the,  (O 
Praise  the  Lord,  O,  . 
Rejoice  in  the  Lord,  . 
The  earth  is  the,  . . . 
The  heavensdeclare, 
The  Lord  is  my,  . . . 
The  Lord  is  my,  . . . 
The  Lord  is  my,  . . . 
The  Lord  reigneth  . 
The  mercy  of  the,  . . 
Thy  mercy,  O  Lord, 
We  praise  thee,  O,  . 
When  the  Lord  shall, 
When  the  Lord,  . . . 
Unto  thee,  O  Lord,  . 


FAGH 

Psalm  XCV 432 

"      LXIII,  1-7....  425 

Isaiah  XII 446 

Psalm  VIII 416 

"      CXXXIX. 44i 

"      XCVI 432 

"      XCVIII 433 

"      C  XXXVI 441 

The  Lord's  Prayer...  451 

Psalm  CXXX 44) 

11      LXV 426 

"      CXI 436 

"      CXLVIII 445 

"      CL 445 

"      CXLVII,  12-20  444 

"      CXLVI 444 

"      XXXIII,  1-12..  420 

"      XXIV 418 

,k      XIX 417 

"      XXVII 41'.) 

"      XXIII 417 

"      CXVIII,  14-29.  433 

"      XCIII 431 

Baptismal  Hymn 45  L 

Psalm  XXXVI,  5-10. .  421 
Te  Deura  Laudamus .  443 

Psalm  CII,  16-28 434 

"      CXXVI 440 

"      XXV,  1-14 41 S 


ALPHABETICAL  INDEX  OF  TUNES. 

Vie  Asterisk  (*)  is  affixed  to  such  tunes  as  have  been  compiled  or  arranged  from  the,  source 
indicated. 
Tunes  by  living  American  authors  are  inserted  bij  special  permission. 


PAGE 

Abridge.  Isaac  Smith,  1800.  69 

Auville 183 

Acton 300 

Adxal 189 

Aithlone..  German  Tune.  348 

Albf.o 309 

Albon 151 

All  Saints W.  Knapp    277 

Alpheus *M.Ebericein. 

33,  120,  124 

Alvan 294,  407 

America English.  401 

Amoy Dr.  L.  Mason.  310 

A  mstekdam, Nares.  361 

Anley 234 

Antioch* 200 

A  s  v  BEN Dr.  L.  Mason.  888 

Ariel Dr.  L.  Mason.    37 

Arlington Ame.  .155,  207 

Aston 3S7 

Athens Giardini.  132 

Atiiol R.  Harrison.  293 

A  v  a Dr.  Hastinas.  243 

Avon 80,  232 

Aylesbury..  Dr. M  Greene.  341 
V,\\n:\..German.5-[,99.  119,  286 

Baird *French  Tune.  102 

Balerma II.  Wilson.  297 

Bakbt Wm.   Tansur.     95 

Barrow 333 

Bart  i. me  us.. .  Am.  Melody.  173 

Bartow 97 

Bates Dr.  L.  Mason.  323 

Bavaria 406 

Bayton 393 

Belgrave    . .  363 

Benevento Webbe.  456 

Berne.... 313 

Berry 276 

B  et  1 1  an  y Dr.  L.  Mason.  244 

Bkthksda Dr.  Green.  273 

Billow Dr.  L.Mason.  262 

Bonar Dr.  L.  Mason. 

160,  194,  315,  366  j 

Bond 328 

Bonn 334 

Boylston...Z>>\  L.  Mason. 

177,  223,  237,  335,  341 

B  radford Handel.    94 

Brattle  Street.  ...PJeye  J.  452 
Bremen 32,  222 


PAGE 

Brighton.  . .  Dr.  L.  Mason.  374 

Brooklyn 148,  327,  332 

Brown..  Wm.  B.  Bradbury.  159 

Butler 154,  170 

Byrd 123,  190,  238.  370 

Calbra 226 

Cambridge Randall.  296 

Canaan.  ..II.  E.  Mathvics.  458 

Canonbury ,  356 

Canterbury.    From  Play- 
ford's  Psalms,  1671 . .  290 

Cave 263 

Cephas Dr.  L.  Mason.  453 

Chimes Dr.  L.  Mason.  330 

China Swan.  312 

Christmas.*  Old  En.  Carol. 

13, 112,  179 

Christmas Handel   19,  35 

Clarendon Tucker.  281 

Clayton 311 

Come  let  us  anew.  Webbe.  397 

Come  ye  Disconsolate 158 

Corinth.  ...Dr.  L.  Mason.  175 

Coronation 0.  Ilolden.  113 

Cowper Dr.  L.  Mason.     96 

Dallas* 261,  369 

Dalston A.  Williams     46 

Dediiam...IT/>i.  Gardiner.    39 

Denfield.* Gla'ser. 

109,  1S7,  239,  410 

Dennis *II.  G.  Nageli.  253 

Dover Unknown.  375 

Downs Dr.  L.  Mason. 

149,  229,  233,  303,  329 

Duane  Street 60 

Duke  Street..*/".  Ilatton.  53,  83 

Dundee S.  Psalter. 

76,  121,  3n7.  411 

Dunfermline Scotch 

Psalter 313 

Durer 1 76 

Effield 156 

E  i  fi  nghah 92 

Eland 242 

Elden 163 

Elim..Z>/\  L.  3Iason..<280,  302 

Elizabethtown Great- 

orex 316 

Ell 195,  287 

Ellard 259 

Ellenthorpe Linley.  24S 


PAGE 

Elliot Dr.  L.Mason.  352 

Eltham Dr.  L.  Mason.  167 

Elton 188 

Eneva Dr.  L.  Mason.  360 

Erfurt — Martin  Luther.    75 

Ernan Dr.  L.  Mason. 

114,  135,  184,  230 

Evan 171,  317,  371,  399 

Federal  Street //.  K. 

Oliver 303,  376,  3S9 

Ferry Webbe.  1S6 

Field........ 22,  315 

Fleet  Street 41,  62 

Folsom *Mosart.    79 

Frederick KingsUy.  456 

Ganges *Old  Melody.    47 

Gerar Dr.  L.  Mason.  253 

Glyn 284 

Golden  Hill.  .Amer.  Mel.  51 
Goodwin. Geo  J.  Webb  Ml,  357 

Goshen Old  German.  271 

Grafton — Dr.  L.Mason.  251 

Gratitude Boat   134 

Gretn  a SC 

Grove 20.64,  90 

Greenville.  .Rousseau.So,  3G2 
Haddam.  .  . .  Dr.  L.  Mason.  40 
Halle  .Dr.  Hastings.. 246,  378 

Hamburg Arr.     Dr.  L. 

Mason 213,  293,  336 

Hampden.  .  .Dr.  L.  Mason.  295 

Hardy 55 

Harwkll.ZV.  L.  Mason.  84,  392 
H  WERim.L.  .Dr.  L.  Mason.  93 
1 1  v.  n  e  r  . . .  George  Ki n  gale y.  221 

11  ebron Dr.  L.  Mason. 

42,  1G9.  225.  241 

FIf.ndon Dr.  Malan.    28 

Hermon.Z>/\  Z  Mason.  321,  353 

! [olkein Wm.  Mason.    68 

Morton...  Von  Wartenser.  162 
Howard..  . .  Mrs.  Cuthbert.    34 

Hoxton 300 

Hull 31,  70 

Inverness.. Dr.   L.  Mason.  340 

losoo John  Huss.  103,  197 

Iowa American  Tune.  383 

Italian  Hymn Giar- 
dini  144.  354 

Ives E.  Ires    2-2 

Javni-. 192,  3C3 


ALPHABETICAL  INDEX  OF  TUNES. 


471 


PAGE 

Kane 50,  3S2 

Kelvin 193 

Kent 242 

K  ITTO 301 

Knight 269 

La  ban../)/-.  L.  Ma.son,2S,  107 

Lander 203 

Lanes  bo  no' *Fn.  Time.    54 

Laneton 396 

Lansing 20,  72 

Lenox Edson.  25,  199 

Leon Dr.  L.  Mason.  143 

Lbwin 350 

Lisbon D.  Read.  367 

LisciiKR. . .  .*Dr.  L.  Mason.  198 
Litchfield.. Dr.  L.  Mason.  333 

Lobaine. 101  ! 

Louvan.  ....V  C.  Taylor.  304 

Loving-kindness 454 

Lynch 245 

Lyons Joseph  Haydn.    5S 

Lyte 147,  292 

Maitland Amer.  Tune. 

142,  15S,  210 
Malvern..  .D r.  L.  Mason. 

43,  254,  404 

Mamre 2S4 

Maxoah , . ."Grecctoreoo  Coll.  206 

Marden.. 893 

Marx 393 

MarlOW...  .*#»?.  125,320,  326 

Martyn S.  B.  Marsh.  390 

~M  kvitxyls  .,  .Scotch  Psalter.  343 

Mead 301 

Mea-b Unknown.  347,  365 

Medfield  . ..  Wm.  Mather.  267 
Melody.. American  Tune.  117 
Mendon.  *Ger.  Melody.  56,  61 
Meribah.  .Dr.  L.  Mason.  349 
Migdol.  .Dr.  L.  Mason.  4S,  16S 

Minton 2S9 

Missionary  Chant.  C.  Zeu- 

ner.. 805 

Missionary  Hymn../)?'.  L. 

Mason 20S,  37S,  395 

Monmouth. Martin  Luther. 

Original  form 403 

Morning... *Spanish.  3S6,  391 
Morning  Star Dr.  L. 

Mason 457 

Mornington.  Mornington. 

119,236,  273 
Moulton...Z>/\  L.Mason.  256 
Mount  Vernon Dr.  L. 

Mason 310 

Murray Dr.  L.  Mason.    24 

Naomi Dr.  L.  Mason. 

129,  191,  250,  306 
Nashville  . . .  Old  Ch.  Mel.    8S 

Naul 268 

Nettleton .  172 

N ewcourt H.  Bond.    89 

New  York  Tune..* Scotch 

Time 73,  201,  211 

Nile 257 

NlLLEN 265 


PAGE   j 

Nilo 164 

Noble 259 

Noel 59 

Norman 145,  400 

Norwich.  Dr.L.Mtson.  260,  40S 
NviiKM\iViiG..Ahle,  1673.29,  151 

Oak Dr.  L.  Mason.  245 

Olden 224 

Old  Hundredth Wm. 

Franc,  Genevan  Ps., 

1513 17,  30,  S2 

Olean 204,  217 

Olivet Dr.  L  Mason.  355 

Olmutz.*/Vo?«  Gregorian 

Chant.  23,  273,  2S7,  299,  3S3 

Olney Dr.  L  Mason.  118 

Onland 202 

Oi:d 78 

Orion 253 

ORTONVILLE../7a&^'«0,,S.  105,   183 

Otley ,  402 

Otto 214 

Ovio Dr.  L.  Mason.  21S 

Palestine Mazzinghi.  454 

Palmer 44 

Park  Street Venua.  52,  74 

Paul 396 

Pekin ....  Wm.  Mason.  252 

PeteeboroV.  Webb         1S3,  3S1 

PETEKSBUEGII./l>!/S.N?Ym.l40,   205 

Phuvah Melchior 

Yulpius 81.  859 

Pilesgeove...jV.  Mitchell.  319 

Pleyel J.  Pleyel.  409 

Portuguese  Hymn 

Romish  Melody 270 

Preston 108,  174,  266 

Rayford 104 

Rayner 106 

Reo Dr.  L.  Mason.  455 

Retreat,. Dr.  T.  Hastings,  2S3 
Rockingham Dr.  L. 

Mason 21,  65,  71 

Rockvale 402 

Rosed  ale.  .  G.  F.  Root.  325,  377 
Rosefield From  Dr.  C. 

Malan...<X,  137,  247,  872 
Rothwell..*!^.  Tansur.    57 

Rundell, 256 

Ryle 243 

Sabbath Dr.  L.  Mason.  136 

Savannah Pleyel.  227 

Scotland.../)/-.  J.  Clarice.  152 

Seasons Pleyel.  115 

Seir Dr.  L.  Mason.  177 

Selvin *Dr.  L.  Mason.  458 

Severn 2S5 

Seymour.  ..Greatorex  Coll.  203 
Shawmut... Dr.  L.  Mason.  195 

Sherman Amer.  Tune.  314 

Shining  Shore  . .  G.F.Root.  262 

Shirland Stanley.  130,  330 

Sicily Italian.  235 

Siloam Woodbury.  182 

Silver  Street..../  Smith.  375 
Sivan 78 


PAGE 

State  Street.  J.  C.  Wood- 

man 307 

Stephens.  ..  W.  Jones,  17S0.    27 

Stonefield Stanley.  146 

Stow Dr.  L   Mason.  138 

St.   Ann's..  Dr.   Wm.  Croft.   ITS 
St.  Martins.  Tan, &ur.  1735. 

45,  274.  384 
St.  Michael.. Days PsAM,  335 
St.  Nicolai.. Jiosenmul/er.  120 
St.  Thomas  ..Williams.  33,  131 

SWAINE Ill 

S  wan  wick Lucas.  2-S 

Tallis.  . . .  Thos.  Tall  is.  77,  3S5 

Tallis'  Evening  Hymn 

Tallis..., 49 

Tappan Kingsley   346 

Temple 379 

Thatcher Handel's 

'  Sosarmer 331 

The  Old  Hundredth... IT. 
Franc,  Genevan  Ps , 

1543 17,  30,  82 

Theon 131 

Toplady..Z)>\  T.  Hastings    100 

Tully , ISO 

Tweed ^English.  272 

Tyng , 394 

Ulm Dr.  L.  Mason.  837 

I'nwix 322 

Urmund Dr.  L.Mason.  156 

Uxbridge.  ../)/'.  L.  Mason. 

86,  91,  249 

Vital  Spark 412 

Wales , 157 

Ward. *Scotch.  165,  231,344,  405 

Ware 212 

Warwick .S.Stanley.  339 

Watchman Leach.  107 

Wayne 116,  220 

Wells . . .  J.  Holdroyd.    93 

Welt  , 350 

Welton .* German.  196 

Wthite 2S3 

Whyte 122 

WiMBORNE.(rreafo>-ea5  Coll.    S7 

Winchester Dr.   Croft.  324 

Wtindham D.  Read. 

240,  255,  345 
Windsor... Scotch  Ps.  275,  291 

W'lNFIKLD 66,  150 

Wilmot Carl  Von 

Weber 127,  166 

Wiltz 264 

Wisner 353 

Woodland..  N.  D.  Gonld.  364 

Woodstock Geo.  Dut- 

ton 215,  S42 

Worthing Schultz.  219 

Yoakley Yoakley.  123,  216 

Zebulon Dr.  L. 

Mason... 6S,  110,  139,  279 
Zephyr Wm.  B.  Brad- 
bury  141,  1S5 

Zeta 351 

Zion Dr.  T.  Hastings.  2o9 


METRICAL    INDEX   OF    TUNES 


L.  M. 

PAGE 

Albec,  (6  lines) 3i>9 

All  Saints 277 

Anvern 3>3 

Burd 102 

Beene 318 

Bkrey 276 

Cep  ii as,  (8  lines) 453 

DuaneSt 60 

Dirn  Street 53,  83 

Effingham 92 

El.LENTHORPE 248 

E  RFURT 75 

Ernam 114,135,  184,230 

Federal  Street..  .308,  376,  389 

Gratitude 134 

Grove,  (8  lines) 20,  64,  90 

Hamburg 213,  293.  336 

Hebron 42,  169,  225.  241 

Hull 31,  70 

Iosco 103,  197 

Louvan 304 

Loving  Kindness 454 

Lyte,  (8  lines) 147,  292 

Malvern 43,  254,  404 

Mbndon 56,  61 

Migdol 43,  168 

Mixton 239 

Missionary  Chant 305 

Nilo 164 

Olden 224 

Old  Hundredth 17,  30,  S2 

Olban,  (0  lines) 204,  217 

Palestine,  (6  lines) 454 

Park  Street 52.  74 

Petersburg,  (6  lines)    140,  2  >5 

PlLESGEOVE 319 

Retreat 288 

Buckingham 21,  65.  71 

Bosedale 325,  377 

bothwbll 57 

Seasons 115 

Stonf.fi  eld 146 

Talus'  Evening  Hymn..  .       49 
The  Old  Hundredth.  17,  30.  82 

Ulm 337 

Uxbridge 86,91,249 

Ward 165,  231,  344,  405 

Ware 212 

Wells 93 

W  ELTON 196 

Wmvte,  (3  lines) 122 

WlMBiiBNE 87 

w  i ng ii  est  kb 324 

Windham 240,255,345 

YoAKi.EY,(61ines) 123,216 

Zephyr 141,  185 


.  C.  M. 

PAGE 

Abridge 69 

Alpheus 33,  120,  124 

j  Antioch 2()0 

!  Arlington 155,  207 

Athens,  (8  lines) 132 

j  Avon 80,  232 

|  Balerma 297 

Barby 95 

I  Barrow 338 

Bartow 97 

(Bayton 398 

j  Bond,  (8  lines) 328 

'Bradford 94 

J  Brattle  Street,  (S  lines).     452 
Brooklyn,  (8  lines).  148,  327,  332 

(Brown 159 

,  Butler,  (8  lines) 154,  170 

I  Byrd,  (S  lines).  128,  190,  238,  370 

j  Cambridge 296 

,  Canaan 458 

|  Canterbury 290 

Chimes 380 

China 312 

|  Christmas,  (Handel's) 19,  35 

Christmas, (old, 

S  lines) IS,  112,  179 

Clarendon 2S1 

Corinth 175 

Coronation 113 

Cowper 96 

Dedham 39 

Denfield 109,  187,  239,  410 

Downs.  . . .  149,  229,  233.  803,  329 

Dundee 76,  121,  307,  411 

Dunfermline 313 

Elim 2S0,  302 

Elizabetiitown 316 

Evan 171,317,371,399 

Ferry 1S6 

Grafton 251 

i  Hardy 55 

,  Heber 221 

Hermon 321,  353 

I  Holbein 68 

Lanesboro' 54 

Lansing,  (S  lines) 26.  72 

Leon 143 

Litchfield 333 

Maitland 142,  15S,  21o 

Manoaii 2>i6 

Marrow 125,  320,  326 

Martyrs 343 

Mear 347,365 

Medfield 267 

Melody 117 

Naomi 129,  191,250,306 


PAGE 

New  York  Tune.  . .  73,  201,  211 

Ortonville 105,  133 

Otto 214 

Palmer 44 

Pkteruoro' 183,  3sl 

Piiuvaii 81.  359 

Preston 108,  174,  266 

Rayford,  (8  lines) 104 

Beo 455 

SlLOAM 182 

Stephens 27 

St.  Ann's 17S 

St.  Martin's 45,  274,  334 

Swan  wick 228 

Tallis 77,  385 

Tappan 346 

Warwick 339 

Wayne.  (S  lines) 116,  220 

Windsor 275,  291 

Woodland 364 

Woodstock 215,  342 


S.  M. 

Athol  

Aylesbury 

Badea 51,99,  119. 

Bonar,  (S  lines).160, 194,  315, 

Bonn 

Boylston.ITT,  223,  237,  335, 

Bremen,  (8  lines) 32, 

Brighton 

Dennis 

Dover 

DUREB 

Ell 195, 

Field 22, 

Gerab 

j  Golden  Hill....... 

I  Haverhill 

Inverness 

Iowa 

Kane,  (8  lines) 50, 

Laban  23, 

Lisbon 

Mornington 119,  236, 

Olmutz....23,  273,287,299, 

Olney 

Pekin 

Kayner,  (S  lines) 


bELVIN 

SlIAAVMUT 

Sherman 

SlIIRLAND 130, 

Silver  Street 

State  Street 

St.  Michael 161, 


298 
341 
286 
366 
334 
341 
222 
374 
253 
375 
176 
287 
315 
253 
51 
98 
340 
383 
332 
107 
367 
273 
383 
118 
252 
106 
177 
458 
195 
314 
330 
375 
367 
335 


METRICAL  INDEX  OF  TUNES. 


473 


PAGE 

St.  Thomas 33,  131 

TlIATCHEH 331 

TllfiON 131 

Tweed 272 

"Watchman Iu7 

P.M. 
Vital  Spark 412 

H.  M. 

Betuesda 278 

Fleet  Street 41,  02 

HaDDAM 40 

Lenox 25,  11)9 

Lischrr 19S 

Murray 24 

Stow 133 

SwAlNB.. Ill 

Zebulon 03,  110,  139,  279 

L.  P.  M. 

Nashville 88 

Newcourt S9 

C.  P.  M. 

AlTHLONE 348 

Ariki 37 

Ganges 47 

Gretna 36 

Meriraii 349 

C-  H.  M. 
Rundell 256 


Dalston. 


P.  M. 


46 

S.  H.  M. 

Moulton 256 

5s  &  8s. 

Lewin 350 

5s,  7s,  8  &  6. 

Welt 350 

5s  &  6s,  or  lis. 

Bates 323 

6s. 

NlLLEN 265 

Wiltz,  (S  lines) 264 

6s  &  4s. 

America 401 

Amoy 310 

Ava 243 

B I STl  I  ANY 244 

Eland 242 

Italian  Hymn 144,  354 

Kent 242 

Lynch 245  , 

Norman 145,  400 

Oak 245  j 

Olivet 355  1 


6s  &  5s. 


Glyn... 
Rvlf...  . 
Severn. 


'2s4 
248 
286 


6s  &  7s. 
Mamre 2S4 

6s,  8s  &  4s. 

Clayton 311 

Noel 59 


page 
6s  &  10s. 
Naul 26S 

7s. 

Albon 151 

Aston 3S7 

Brlgrave,(S  lines) 30S 

Benbvbnto,  (8  lines) 456 

Dallas 261,  369 

Elden,  (6  lines) 163 

Eltiiam,  (8  lines) 167 

Halle,  (6  lines) 246,  373 

Hkndon 28 

Horton 162 

Ives,  (S  lines) 2S2 

Knight,  (3  lines  Double)..     269 

Loraine,  (6  lines) 101 

Martyn,  (8  lines) 390 

Morning,  (3  lines) 3S6,  391 

Morning  Star,  (8  lines). .     457 

Norwich 260,  4(>S 

Nurkmburg 29,  151 

Onland 202 

Pleyel 409 

RoSEFIELD, 

(6  lines) 67,137,247,372 

Sabbath,  (6  linos) 136 

St.  Nicolai,  (8  lines) 126 

Seymour 203 

Ioplady,  (6  lines) 100 

White,  (S  lines) 2S3 

Winfield 66,  150 

Wilmot 127,  166 

7s&3. 
Cave 268 

7s  &  5s. 
Otley 402 

Rockvale 402 

Zeta 351 

7s  &6s. 

Abvtlle 188 

Amsterdam 361 

Canonbury 356 

Eneva 360 

Goodwin 181,  357 

Missionary  Hymn. 203,  378,  395 

Temple 379 

Tully ISO 

Tyng 394 

8s. 
Adnal 189 

8s  &  4. 

Effield 156 

Elton 1S8 

Unwin 322 

Urmund 156 

Wales 157 

8s  &  5s. 
Kitto 301 

8s  &  6s. 

Acton 300 

Ellard 259 

Elliot 352 

Nile 257 

Noble 259 

Orion 25S 

Wisher 353 


PAGE 

8s,  6s  &  4s. 

IIoxton 300 

8s,  6s,  5  &  4. 

Mead 301 

8s  &  6,  or  Ss  &  4. 

Wisner 353 

8s  &  7s. 

Ant.ey,  (S  lines) 234 

Bartimeus 173 

Greenville,  (S  lines)...  .35,  362 

Harwell,  (S  lines) S4,  392 

Jaynes,  (S  lines) 192,  363 

Kelvin 193 

Marx,  (6  lines) 393 

Monmouth 403 

M oust  Vernon 310 

Xf.ttleton,  (8  lines) 172 

Ovio 21S 

Shining  Shore 262 

Sicily 235 

Worthing 219 

8s,  7s  &  4. 

Alvan 294,407 

Billow,  (Peculiar) 262 

Bavaria 406 

Mamden 295 

Zion 209 

9s  &  6s. 

Calbra 226 

10s. 

Savannah 227 

10s  &  4. 

Makden 393 

10s,  5,  6  &  12s. 

Come  let  us  anew 397 

10s  &  6s. 

Laneton 896 

10s  &  lis,  or  5s  &  6s. 

Lyons 58 

10s,  11  &  12. 

Paul 396 

lis. 

Goshen 271 

Portuguese  Hymn 270 

Frederick 456 

lis  &  8s. 

Ord 78 

Sivan 78 

lis  &  10s. 

Come  ye  Disconsolate.  . .  153 

Folsom 79 

lis  &  12s. 

Lander 263 

12s. 

Scotland f,  ,,.,...  152 


INDEX 

FOR  THE  IMMEDIATE  FINDING  OF  ANY  HYMN  BY  ITS  NUMBER. 


This  Index  does  away  with  the  necessity  for  the  Minister's  stating  the 
page  of  the  Hymn  and  Tune  Book. 


Htm? 

.  Pack. 

1 

358 

2 

176 

3 

323 

4 

370 

5 

319 

6 

277 

7 

66 

8 

146 

9 

388 

10 

147 

11 

20 

12 

22 

13 

18 

14 

52 

15 

52 

16 

111 

17 

68 

18 

38 

19 

50 

20 

38 

21 

42 

22 

22 

23 

34 

24 

387 

25 

282 

26 

46 

27 

26 

28 

142 

29 

32 

30 

53 

31 

17 

32 

17 

33 

53 

34 

17 

35 

78 

36 

374 

37 

53 

38 

72 

39 

400 

40 

26 

Hymn. 

Pagb. 

41 

274 

42 

292 

43 

38 

44 

54 

45 

42 

46 

115 

47 

309 

48 

49 

49 

22 

50 

269 

51 

389 

52 

19 

53 

22 

54 

24 

55 

136 

56 

36 

57 

227 

58 

24 

59 

44 

60 

34 

61 

288 

62 

241 

63 

144 

64 

214 

65 

49 

66 

114 

67 

358 

68 

42 

69 

234 

70 

392 

71 

42 

72 

340 

73 

303 

74 

20 

75 

289 

76 

202 

77 

307 

78 

278 

79 

376 

80 

358 

81 


Pagb. 

28 


82  376 

83  70 

84  388 

85  387 

86  407 

87  49 

88  294 

89  292 

90  82 

91  363 

92  172 

93  387 

94  380 

95  182 


96 

97 

98 

99 

100 

101 

102 

103 


110 
111 
112 


115 
116 
117 
118 
119 
120 


30 
41 
66 
84 
30 
172 
33 
30 


104  150 

105  150 

106  372 

107  88 

108  166 

109  48 


113  107 

114  24 


58 
59 
36 
26 
90 
25 


Hymn. 

Page. 

121 

46 

122 

274 

123 

86 

124 

80 

125 

57 

126 

19 

127 

358 

128 

65 

129 

30 

130 

76 

131 

76 

132 

18 

133 

86 

134 

240 

135 

274 

136 

307 

137 

51 

138 

280 

139 

68 

140 

388 

141 

182 

142 

274 

143 

76 

144 

337 

145 

31 

146 

290 

147 

69 

148 

73 

149 

322 

150 

124 

151 

193 

152 

72 

153 

62 

154 

48 

155 

307 

156 

70 

157 

48 

158 

69 

159 

75 

160 

49 

Hymn. 

Page. 

161 

330 

162 

176 

163 

43 

164 

388 

165 

75 

166 

64 

167 

19 

168 

40 

169 

214 

170 

44 

171 

383 

172 

359 

173 

28 

174 

389 

175 

31 

176 

138 

177 

73 

178 

116 

179 

65 

180 

270 

181 

86 

182 

75 

183 

117 

184 

80 

185 

336 

186 

359 

187 

•  70 

188 

41 

189 

83 

190 

197 

191 

78 

192 

90 

193 

168 

194 

138 

195 

68 

196 

18 

197 

298 

198 

241 

199 

76 

200 

403 

Hymn. 

Pagb. 

Htm*. 

Pagi. 

201 

210 

241 

103 

202 

312 

242 

191 

203 

130 

243 

178 

204 

92 

244 

100 

205 

220 

245 

81 

206 

202 

246 

33 

207 

386 

247 

178 

208 

324 

248 

87 

209 

52 

249 

193 

210 

94 

250 

83 

211 

370 

251 

87 

212 

371 

252 

92 

213 

359 

253 

217 

214 

190 

254 

304 

215 

280 

255 

106 

216 

359 

256 

200 

217 

160 

257 

296 

218 

371 

258 

116 

219 

309 

259 

44 

220 

313 

260 

348 

221 

88 

261 

28 

222 

370 

262 

200 

223 

32 

263 

114 

224 

32 

264 

269 

225 

91 

265 

193 

226 

384 

266 

79 

227 

28 

267 

200 

228 

126 

268 

112 

229 

199 

269 

218 

230 

178 

270 

391 

231 

126 

271 

111 

232 

338 

272 

221 

233 

231 

273 

62 

234 

336 

274 

117 

235 

302 

275 

91 

236 

80 

276 

391 

237 

241 

277 

200 

238 

103 

278 

29 

239 

208 

279 

132 

240 

142 

280 

184 

INDEX    TO    HYMNS    AND    PAGES. 


Hymn. 

Va.ce 

Hymn. 

PaCE. 

nvMv. 

Pagb. 

Hymx. 

Pace. 

Hymn. 

Pace. 

Hymn. 

Pace. 

Hymk. 

Pace. 

281 

380 

334 

54 

387 

201 

440 

25 

493 

275 

546 

260 

599 

286 

282 

108 

335 

123 

388 

364 

441 

116 

494 

380 

547 

404 

600 

250 

283 

146 

336 

115 

389 

228 

442 

203 

495 

348 

548 

255 

601 

240 

284 

302 

337 

201 

390 

112 

443 

351 

496 

340 

549 

275 

602 

306 

285 

114 

338 

112 

391 

63 

444 

160 

497 

213 

550 

314 

603 

349 

286 

286 

339 

74 

392 

126 

445 

38 

498 

344 

551 

194 

604 

408 

287 

179 

340 

144 

393 

57 

446 

118 

499 

286 

552 

182 

605 

115 

288 

371 

341 

144 

394 

84 

447 

148 

500 

320 

553 

140 

606 

254 

289 

146 

342 

376 

395 

142 

448 

176 

501 

293 

554 

348 

607 

298 

290 

163 

343 

40 

396 

202 

449 

206 

502 

216 

555 

236 

608 

329 

291 

163 

344 

59 

397 

203 

450 

260 

503 

118 

556 

318 

609 

54 

292 

224 

345 

400 

398 

386 

451 

354 

504 

184 

557 

275 

610 

128 

293 

356 

346 

27 

399 

234 

452 

272 

505 

108 

558 

148 

611 

251 

294 

148 

347 

82 

400 

407 

453 

168 

506 

118 

559 

352 

612 

260 

295 

234 

348 

168 

401 

23 

454 

135 

507 

118 

560 

174 

613 

251 

296 

393 

349 

58 

402 

102 

455 

364 

508 

384 

561 

363 

614 

165 

297 

294 

350 

81 

403 

252 

456 

351 

509 

170 

562 

174 

615 

240 

298 

224 

351 

60 

404 

350 

457 

66 

510 

252 

563 

340 

616 

175 

299 

130 

352 

98 

405 

184 

458 

67 

511 

123 

564 

225 

617 

329 

300 

96 

353 

166 

406 

105 

459 

184 

512 

364 

565 

170 

618 

342 

301 

96 

354 

127 

407 

301 

460 

108 

513 

260 

566 

135 

619 

336 

302 

141 

355 

374 

408 

368 

461 

344 

514 

203 

567 

286 

620 

251 

303 

313 

356 

138 

409 

368 

462 

187 

515 

310 

568 

174 

621 

343 

304 

332 

357 

110 

410 

368 

463 

135 

516 

272 

569 

243 

622 

341 

305 

280 

358 

230 

411 

196 

464 

346 

517 

295 

570 

235 

623 

261 

306 

376 

359 

128 

412 

309 

465 

276 

518 

295 

571 

248 

624 

246 

307 

120 

360 

166 

413 

290 

466 

156 

519 

100 

572 

331 

625 

287 

308 

98 

361 

123 

414 

204 

467 

123 

520 

100 

573 

350 

626 

228 

309 

117 

362 

64 

415 

167 

468 

81 

521 

152 

574 

378 

627 

190 

310 

337 

363 

201 

416 

202 

469 

21 

522 

323 

575 

278 

628 

230 

311 

303 

364 

65 

417 

304 

470 

408 

523 

199 

576 

250 

629 

281 

312 

98 

365 

124 

418 

284 

471 

318 

524 

278 

577 

338 

630 

342 

313 

174 

366 

124 

419 

193 

472 

368 

525 

114 

578 

360 

631 

216 

314 

227 

367 

226 

420 

182 

473 

82 

526 

340 

579 

250 

632 

246 

315 

311 

368 

94 

421 

192 

474 

145 

527 

367 

580 

291 

633 

254 

316 

293 

369 

73 

422 

56 

475 

137 

528 

386 

581 

213 

634 

298 

317 

173 

370 

120 

423 

351 

476 

145 

529 

39 

582 

168 

635 

364 

318 

62 

371 

218 

424 

214 

477 

63 

530 

318 

583 

175 

636 

107 

319 

93 

372 

242 

425 

372 

478 

281 

531 

225 

584 

344 

637 

290 

320 

302 

373 

352 

426 

219 

479 

91 

532 

352 

585 

143 

638 

232 

321 

102 

374 

230 

427 

242 

480 

92 

533 

119 

586 

235 

639 

369 

322 

124 

375 

230 

428 

122 

481 

330 

534 

162 

587 

175 

640 

392 

323 

210 

376 

63 

429 

94 

482 

330 

535 

330 

588 

67 

641 

132 

324 

104 

377 

372 

430 

56 

483 

34 

536 

294 

589 

261 

642 

281 

325 

87 

378 

27 

431 

122 

484 

88 

537 

150 

590 

404 

643 

69 

326 

357 

379 

113 

432 

339 

485 

68 

538 

188 

591 

250 

644 

228 

327 

34 

380 

166 

433 

37 

486 

19 

539 

260 

592 

408 

645 

331 

328 

105 

381 

87 

434 

140 

487 

228 

540 

336 

593 

236 

646 

165 

329 

198 

382 

166 

435 

95 

488 

214 

541 

164 

594 

345 

647 

397 

330 

379 

383 

94 

436 

142 

489 

364 

542 

243 

595 

345 

648 

173 

331 

106 

384 

301 

437 

292 

490 

182 

543 

320 

596 

345 

649 

218 

332 

40 

385 

92 

438 

192 

491 

390 

544 

164 

597 

328 

650 

77 

333 

54 

386 

392 

439 

95 

492 

344. 

545 

246 

598 

337 

651 

238 

ind::x  to  hymns  and  pages. 


Htks.   Pace. 

Htmjj. 

Pagi. 

Hymn. 

Page. 

II  ym*. 

Pagi. 

Htmh. 

Page. 

Hyms. 

Page. 

Eymm. 

Pace. 

652  185 

705 

128 

758 

384 

811 

293 

864 

289 

917 

217 

970 

104 

653  179 

706 

121 

759 

234 

812 

109 

865 

365 

918 

273 

971 

113 

654   95 

707 

339 

760 

217 

813 

410 

866 

248 

919 

266 

972 

378 

655  343 

708 

405 

761 

129 

814 

143 

867 

363 

920 

109 

973 

157 

656  298 

709 

150 

762 

331 

815 

60 

868 

204 

921 

277 

974 

333 

657   66 

710 

66 

763 

154 

816 

288 

869 

149 

922 

151 

975 

231 

658  175 

711 

247 

764 

101 

817 

236 

870 

211 

923 

293 

976 

215 

659  235 

712 

251 

765 

303 

818 

207 

871 

211 

924 

39 

977 

222 

6G0  149 

713 

212 

766 

237 

819 

410 

872 

199 

925 

265 

978 

266 

6G1  334 

714 

373 

767 

224 

820 

238 

873 

211 

926 

191 

979 

158 

662  217 

715 

373 

768 

134 

821 

186 

874 

369 

927 

332 

980 

392 

663  265 

716 

93 

769 

161 

822 

225 

875 

171 

928 

265 

981 

283 

664  185 

717 

170 

770 

232 

823 

205 

876 

334 

929 

322 

982 

271 

665  149 

718 

318 

771 

353 

824 

86 

877 

259 

930 

71 

983 

115 

666  406 

719 

93 

772 

295 

825 

45 

878 

57 

931 

333 

984 

212 

667  343 

720 

354 

773 

223 

826 

229 

879 

57 

932 

236 

985 

328 

668   55 

721 

101 

774 

342 

827 

238 

880 

35 

933 

245 

986 

277 

669   77 

722 

355 

775 

98 

828 

169 

881 

367 

934 

333 

987 

264 

670  405 

723 

147 

776 

409 

829 

134 

882 

45 

935 

3S0 

988 

292 

671  299 

724 

213 

777 

404 

830 

141 

883 

211 

936 

264 

989 

244 

672  110 

725 

349 

778 

237 

831 

334 

884 

394 

937 

257 

990 

173 

673  180 

726 

196 

779 

339 

832 

164 

885 

27 

938 

351 

991 

285 

674   55 

727 

240 

780 

197 

833 

150 

886 

248 

939 

320 

992 

384 

675  160 

728 

360 

781 

319 

834 

410 

887 

77 

940 

300 

993 

396 

676  161 

729 

102 

782 

270 

835 

67 

888 

186 

941 

162 

994 

162 

677  219 

730 

196 

783 

212 

836 

67 

889 

74 

942 

279 

995 

186 

678  185 

731 

102 

784 

222 

837 

164 

890 

74 

943 

155 

996 

186 

679  285 

732 

206 

785 

134 

838 

261 

891 

283 

944 

229 

997 

192 

680  382 

733 

237 

786 

253 

839 

225 

892 

374 

945 

259 

998 

252 

681  374 

734 

404 

787 

206 

840 

410 

893 

106 

946 

276 

999 

346 

682  128 

735 

60 

788 

324 

841 

409 

894 

208 

947 

129 

1000 

346 

683  204 

736 

149 

789 

108 

842 

180 

895 

156 

948 

277 

1001 

191 

684   96 

737 

268 

790 

176 

843 

224 

896 

283 

949 

377 

1002 

223 

685  154 

738 

134 

791 

121 

844 

353 

897 

402 

950 

264 

1003 

319 

686  185 

739 

288 

792 

109 

845 

289 

898 

375 

951 

221 

1004 

139 

687  120 

740 

247 

793 

109 

846 

191 

899 

47 

952 

153 

1005 

249 

688  100 

741 

247 

794 

155 

847 

143 

900 

139 

953 

406 

1006 

271 

6S9  338 

742 

362 

795 

155 

848 

287 

901 

74 

954 

320 

1007 

162 

690  130 

743 

168 

796 

263 

849 

389 

902 

394 

955 

213 

1008 

249 

691  325 

744 

206 

797 

35 

850 

365 

903 

158 

956 

75 

1009 

147 

692  332 

745 

362 

798 

56 

851 

132 

904 

265 

957 

136 

1010 

325 

693  390 

746 

379 

799 

44 

852 

105 

905 

221 

958 

296 

1011 

85 

694  140 

747 

154 

800 

155 

853 

248 

906 

266 

959 

220 

1012 

328 

695  232 

748 

342 

801 

158 

854 

130 

907 

252 

960 

194 

1013 

326 

696  338 

749 

304 

802 

205 

855 

319 

908 

408 

961 

43 

1014 

375 

697  120 

750 

141 

803 

334 

856 

326 

909 

137 

962 

305 

1015 

215 

698  220 

751 

171 

804 

265 

857 

194 

910 

409 

963 

133 

1016 

35 

699  197 

752 

141 

805 

158 

858 

221 

911 

207 

964 

172 

1017 

223 

700  143 

753 

161 

806 

241 

859 

158 

912 

207 

965 

203 

1018 

61 

701  206 

754 

125 

807 

232 

860 

46 

913 

132 

966 

172 

1019 

366 

702  186 

755 

289 

808 

136 

861 

252 

914 

266 

967 

84 

1020 

405 

703   36 

756 

248 

809 

121 

862 

207 

915 

272 

968 

33 

1021 

212 

704  216 

757 

256 

810 

389 

863 

T34 

916 

272 

969 

171 

1022 

393 

INDEX  TO  HYMNS  AND  PAGES. 


1024 
1025 
1026 
1027 
1028 
1029 
1030 
1031 
1032 
1033 
1034 
1035 
1036 
1037 
1038 
1039 
1040 
1041 
1042 
1043 
1044 
1045 
1046 
1047 
1048 
1049 
1050 
1051 
1052 
1053 
1054 
1055 
1056 
1057 
1058 
1059 
1060 
1061 


PxflE.   IItm*. 

211)  10G2 


1063 
1064 
1065 
50  1066 
35  1067 
61  1068 


Page,  i  Hymx. 

50  1101 

82  1102 


79 

209 


198 
72 
113 
61 
61 
346 
181 
402 
325 
391 
410 
409 
411 
411 
411 
406 
361 
329 
208 
101 
183 
183 
233 
316 
316 
71 
169 
383 
381 


1069 
1070 


3S5  '1071 


1072 
1073 
1074 
1075 
1076 
1077 
1078 
1079 
1080 
1081 
1082 
1083 
1084 
1085 
1086 
1087 
1088 
1089 
1090 
1091 
1092 
1093 
1094 
1095 
1096 
1097 
1098 
1099 
1100 


169 
165 
183 


1103 
1104 
1105 


135  11106 


169 
387 
381 

85 
376 

45 
198 
125 

29 
398 
159 
159 
398 
398 
398 
399 
354! 

71  I 
405  1 


1107 
1108 
1109 
1110 
1111 
1112 
1113 
1114 
1115 
1116 
1117 
1118 
1119 
1120 
1121 
1122 
1123 
1124 
1125 


39  11126 


159 
104 
125 
183 
110 
335 
190 
239 
239 
326 
339 
399 
187 


1127 
1128 
1129 
1130 
1131 
1132 
1133 
1134 
1135 
1136 
1137 
1138 


Page. 

187 

218 

133 

82 

83 

215 

231 

263 

152 

83 

401 

257 

71 

391 

31 

45 

103 

233 

362 

401 

305 


Htm*. 
1139 

1140 
1141 
1142 
1143 
1144 
1145 
1146 
1147 
1148 
1149 
1150 
1151 
1152 
1153 
1154 
1155 
1156 
1157 
1158 
1159 


103  1160 
7011161 

377 I 1162 
82  1163 

229  11164 


209 
51 
304 
167 
181 
395 
395 


1165 
1166 
1167 
1168 
1169 
1170 
1171 


210  1172 
249  11173 
305 | 1174 
378  1175 
400  1176 


Page. 
406 

411 
411 
127 

167 
258 
204 

29 
273 
399 
112 
125 

43 
205 
159 

37 
401 

31 
233 
201 
390 
341 
397 
337 
129 
306 
310 
255 
361 
288 
314 
229 
316 
306 
321 
321 
157 
323 


IItmn. 

1177 

1178 
1179 
1180 
1181 
1182 
1183 
1184 
1185 
1186 
1187 
1188 
1189 
1190 
1191 
1192 
1193 
1194 
1195 
1196 
1197 
1198 
1199 
1200 
1201 
1202 
1203 
1204 
1205 
1206 
1207 
1208 
1209 
1210 
1211 
1212 
1213 
1214 


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188 
314 
369 
317 
147 
300 
377 
235 
321 
254 
255 
189 
412 
326 
116 
308 
308 
308 
305 
317 
321 
322 
327 
292 
317 
355 
279 
279 
306 
133 
314 
267 
310 
312 
177 
317 


ITyms. 

1215 
1216 
1217 
1218 
1219 
1220 
1221 
1222 
1223 
1224 
1225 
1226 
1227 
1228 
1229 
1230 
1231 
1232 
1233 
1234 
1235 
1236 
1237 
1238 
1239 
1240 
1241 
1242 
1243 
1244 
1245 
1246 
1247 
1248 
1249 
1250 


310  1251 
256  1252 


Page. 

324 
308 
365 
153 
312 
366 
407 
407 
305 
244 
131 
173 
377 
262 
381 
357 
97 
99 
239 
296 
21 
296 
382 
361 
239 
327 

9; 

93 
381 
324 

97 
346 

99 
282 
282 
297 
34^ 
385 


Hyjot. 

1253 
1254 
1255 
1256 
1257 
1258 
1259 
1260 
1261 
1262 
1263 
1264 
1265 
1266 
1267 
1268 
1269 
1270 
1271 
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1273 
1274 
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1279 
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